She strolls through grasses,
Happy in the warm, sweet breeze,
As beautiful as a wild rose.
Air so sacred and ancient,
With animals always murmuring harmony
Her gentle song in a secret forest
Of pure sanctuary by quiet water.
Cora Theresa
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Twisted Life
PoésieA creative reference or summary of things i have experienced or i have strong opinions on. I wont state names for the sake of the privacy of people in my life.
