She is a pretty girl
She sings her melodies
A siren of the heart
Soft spoken, tenderly
her spirit as it tries
the journey to be wise
her gentle ways can be
a hidden gift,
sublime.
The nature of the world
is neutral to events
not knowing good nor bad
will mark,
and leave its dents.
An optimistic soul
Is precious
as found pearls
she writes her sonnets so
She is
A pretty girl.
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