She Is
She is the silly little girl
With nonsensical thoughts
That ramble and rush
In waxy, inky hues
Coloring a world from white
She is the dreamy headed dandelion
A thousand wishes blossom
That release in a breeze
Humming a song of freedom
Not bound by boundaries
She is the ever phasing moon
Warmth at the core of a frosty, brilliant light
A beacon for far reaching possibilities
The keeper of silent secrets
A generous promise to all impractical dreamers
E.A. O'Connell
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