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It was the
separatist in her, who thoughtlessly broke the rules,
who caused
the malcontent in her and those she touched
by the motion
of her being.
And in this chaos
she created,
her passion flowed unrestrained,
her words were writ with tears
'til the battle came to an end.
But her spirit did not rest, she still
dreamt the dreams
on sleepless nights in the light of
her darkness,
and she chased after them,
boldly took what she wanted;
brilliance and insanity colliding.
It was with
her dreamy smile
and gentle words, her open touch
and the sparkle in her eyes,
it was the life that clearly lived there,
that allowed her to still her storm.
determination, right...
ReplyDeleteOut of chaos - hope.
ReplyDeletesome people thrive in the chaos...i mean serious life is rather chaos anyway...ha...
ReplyDeletei am glad she truly lived...and still dreamed...
Beautiful poem and blog :)
ReplyDeleteMost excellent!
ReplyDeleteVery creative poetry ~ love the end 'that allowed her to still the storm' ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend coming to you ~
artmusedog and carol
That is a great picture you found.
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