her hair is dark.
rays of golden light shine throw white curtians onto it as she sleeps in the morning.
her eyes are golden
stars dance in them everytime she smiles.
she walks through moonlit gardens with shallow ponds,
and through firey tunnels where her demons hide.
she is beautful
but not weak
she is strong, and powerful
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
her hair is dark.
rays of golden light shine throw white curtians onto it as she sleeps in the morning.
her eyes are golden
stars dance in them everytime she smiles.
she walks through moonlit gardens with shallow ponds,
and through firey tunnels where her demons hide.
she is beautful
but not weak
she is strong, and powerful
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