There has always been
This part of me that is all
Passion and wild and will
Not be tamed. We refuse
To be caged. We refuse
To be beta, we will so be
Persuaded by only mother
Nature. Just her and I, this
Fierce will of messy curls
And witch eyes.

.
•my
arms point
to the sky•
a gesture
                           frozen in                 eter-
                                 nity•un-                fazed as
                                   the clouds                whisper a
        lie•                 rumours of                 rain that
  never               came quickly•            prickles
protrude             menacingly            •threaten-
ing all who          would stray         too close•      
baseless            gossip that   masquerade    
as pleasant-   ry•to deviate me from      
the path i chose•still i stand            
here...duelling the sun          
•in a land scorched            
barren•search-  
ing for hope
when there's 
really none•
here i stand...
lonely and
drought
stricken•
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An enigma always surrounds her cool countenance,
Reminding a silver cloud surrounding a mountain peak.
Only on  her mirror I loved seeing myself,than in any other,
Yet it was a permanent wonder; what was the secret of her mirror?

A fine, clear mirror, she hands me over, hand crafted,excellent!
Every bit an example of her impeccable taste, that made me hers.
In it I reflected positively different from the way I imagined myself.
Suddenly dawns the ZEN:She makes the real difference in my life !