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She was fire,
Raging through the storm.
She was water,
Gentle like droplets and fierce like a thunderstorm.
She was the sun,
Warm and bright, sharp and blazing.
She was the moon,
Shining in the dark, hiding in the sunshine.
She was fury, rage and power all mixed in one
One look and you'd be under her command.
But that day changed her.
The day he left, was the day she stopped living
The day he left, her heart stopped beating
Her fury subsided. Her flame extinguished.
She became a part of the fire, not the fire itself.
She submitted to the storm, didn't stand up for herself.
She fell under the heat, failing to stand tall.
She got lost in the darkness, her confusion consumed her.
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Musings- a poetry collection
Poetry"Why oh why do you love me so much? Have you seen nothing watching me permanently mislay? I have lost myself! And yet you stand there smiling at me, as bright as the dawn of a new day. I can't fathom this. Is there something I have misjudged? All I...
