I am a child of White Wind.
I speak Overtone.
She is the epitome of Yellow Human.
She is the gift of the universe,
And the quest.
A mountain, more beautiful than any on Earth,
But the edges are jagged
The sides steep
The cliffs high.
I love her beauty,
I love her complexity,
I love my challenge.
I love my gift.
The journey will not be easy,
But I remain void of fear,
Because I know the child of Wind and Human
Will soon be here.
Please tell me what you think
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i think i know who this about.
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I love the chorus I love her beauty etc. Throughout the poem you praise her complexity so I know that primarily you love this woman or the character in this poem does. But when you compare her to a mountain it sounds as if you want to conquer her. am I right
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trew.... this may be true.... i could not say.... it could definitely be my subconscious coming out through my words and i am extremely grateful that YOU pointed this out to me because i want to change this about myself.... i need not look at her as an object to conquer.... she is a person... and oh such a person..... so i should view her as such.... to show my appreciation i will make sure you see this comment by posting it on your website as well because this is one hell of a revelation..... i could not of ever seen this without you.... congratulations you have made a friend out of me....
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