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She has the power to crumble mountains in her wake And yet she brings flowers back to life with her delicate kiss. Her body moves with grace through air that could rip the very skin from your bones Whilst her fingers stay nimble, tangled so intricately within the pelt of the earth. Waves crash within her eyes but her gaze casts oceans asunder And she dances, dances in the flames that birthed this very existence Dances through the trees that give life to those who are lucky. And my god are we lucky to encounter her.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Her
She has the power to crumble mountains in her wake And yet she brings flowers back to life with her delicate kiss. Her body moves with grace through air that could rip the very skin from your bones Whilst her fingers stay nimble, tangled so intricately within the pelt of the earth. Waves crash within her eyes but her gaze casts oceans asunder And she dances, dances in the flames that birthed this very existence Dances through the trees that give life to those who are lucky. And my god are we lucky to encounter her.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
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