Skies for eyes, the world contained in full,
Yet see into one’s self, the inner soul.
Little children love her kind embrace,
Vivacious, vibrant smiles on their face.
Independent, she decides her way,
An upstream-swimmer owning every day.
Pretty as a yellow rose in bloom,
A pleasant, glowing presence in the room.
Underneath her placid countenance
Lies deepest care for family and her friends.
Intuitive
Not afraid to live
Excelling in the art of being her.
(No one does it better)
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 10:50 PM UTC
Skies for eyes, the world contained in full,
Yet see into one’s self, the inner soul.
Little children love her kind embrace,
Vivacious, vibrant smiles on their face.
Independent, she decides her way,
An upstream-swimmer owning every day.
Pretty as a yellow rose in bloom,
A pleasant, glowing presence in the room.
Underneath her placid countenance
Lies deepest care for family and her friends.
Intuitive
Not afraid to live
Excelling in the art of being her.
(No one does it better)
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