Authenticity Is Her Golden Rule Book

She was a lace filigree in an ugly situation,

Attempting to place her best foot forward in delight,

Meandering along the river of feelings,

Determined to keep the positive analogies in sight.

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I watch her in awe as she struts her stuff,

Knowing the strength weaving through her blood,

Is one I’ll forever envy, wishing her the sun and the stars,

The moonbeams, life’s essence, flowers and gorgeous rosebuds.

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Her laughter is but a tinkle in amongst the fireworks,

Silently building into a delightful kaleidoscope,

Every note sounding until it’s the full orchestra,

Banging around our ears, filling us with hope.

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Her stilettos tap in time to her happiness,

Spilling over the sky in a dazzling rainbow,

The murmurs of the wind swishes through her hair,

Curling it into perfection of a sunset’s shadow.

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Many gazes adorn her long slender legs,

As they dance a tango only she can hear,

The tussle of her skirt whispers in silken echoes,

A sound that causes many men to cheer.

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As she wanders the alleyways of the darkest nights,

Her eyes adorn the misguided and fearless,

A flick of her hand has tamed many a beast,

Allowing the swords of society to bow at her nearness.

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The bottom feeders of the world whisper her name,

As they hide from her view, in case she falls insane,

They wallow in the exhale of her scorching breath,

As she sits in her innocence, drinking cold champagne.

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When will society learn she’s not to be feared,

She couldn’t care less for the rules of the profane,

Authenticity is her golden rule book,

Knowing her smile is all that’s necessary to entertain.

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She has her ghosts that haunt her willingness,

Wondering why the world needs to be upside down,

If only the mindset of the realisation in the next generation,

Would adore the pathways of life’s playground.

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Still it’s of no concern to her of the resulting whisky taint,

As she weaves her magic through the darkening light,

For those that are sleeping, dreams will soften,

And those that mean harm will earn her nightmarish fright.

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There’s no choice that she’ll consider right or wrong,

Consequences be damned, she’ll waltz the dark clouds away,

A click of her long fingers, magic will swirl through the cracks,

Whether she skips through summer hazes or winter’s crystal display.

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