Like a rock, she
rolls
Hitting pavements, crossing shores,
Each strike adds another
coat of strength,
The scars so
countless, yet so defining
A sculpture so
formed, so her...
As days change into
seasons,
More sheen to her
body and mind
Some seasons were
dry and unkind
But what could break
her now?
She stood firm
like a rock
With no chains
and stark-naked honesty.
Her inner flame,
her only soft spot,
A light too
bright to stay veiled,
So it reflects on
her texture when she smiles.
You want to know her?
Just make her
smile.
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