There she stood in a pretty little dress
The moonlight framing her face in such a way
That she suddenly became Angelic.
It was raining in the alley
She held her heels in her hand and twirled in circles
A free spirit.
Not a care in the world could reach her in that moment
She let the warm breeze carry them all away
She was untouchable.
The love of the universe encompassed her very essence
The strength in her soul showed in the beauty of her smile
Her eyes spoke with the brightness of the sun
But her heart showed the gentleness of a lamb.
She was alive
She was life.
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Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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I like this ♥️👌💯
Beautiful!
This was so uplifting and beautiful! I loved it!