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her

Her footsteps echoed
Through the greens
The trees looked down and smiled
At her laugh cutting through the breeze.

Her hair cascaded down
Like an endless waterfall
Her amythest eyes sparkled
As if they held the universe, that enthralls.

Her smile stretches wide like the river
As she begins to tell a story
Her voice seeps into earth and time
Like the sweetest melody.

With the soul of a kindred spirit
And a heart like that of a white dove
A silver toned symphony
Of intellect and beauty.

Her skin glowing in the moonlight
As if sprinkled with fairy dust
Soft as fresh silk
Woven with sunshine and trust.

How everyone wishes
They were like her
How everyone yearns
To be as sweet as her
But we all have "her" present in our minds
The perfect mindset is what we need to find.

— Manya

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