Roaming hillsides ever wandering,
footing laid in paths unfolding,
earthy soil one she treads.
Power of speech,
message drawn art,
paints wisdom in trails.
Feather light dreams a catcher,
safe sleep rests weary,
nightfall shadows the dark.
Spirit of strength,
ever deep,
raises to the surface.
Burnished flames enlighten,
flows in lava,
swept in tides ever turning.
Her aura glows confidence,
weakness falls silent,
for she is Woman.







marina





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