Wild and wonderful
Spirits rejoice
The space under the
sun is still
Her choice
The reasons are hers
The seasons too
From the nadir to the zenith
The ascent is hers
Some bloom in summers
Some do in winters
She holds her ground
Firmly rooted, forever
Untamed, untrained
Like a tidal wave, unrestrained
Rushing to kiss the shores
In complete abandon
Fearless, she laughs
And dances in the rain.
She dreams, she desires,
She demands, she fires
She surrenders in love
A steely soul in velvet glove
She is a woman
Less of a body,
More a soul!
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