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Nature's Daughter MAG
Intro. She appeared suddenly,
much like thunderclouds or
sprouting dandelions,
and no-one knew where she came from,
or where she went
(though i had some idea)
1. her eyes
they could change with just a blink
a twinkling blue when
she was happy
(did you know that stars don’t really twinkle?)
a white-hot flame when she was
livid
they burned my soul
much like the stars would
if i were ever close enough
to see them blink
2. her laugh
it chirped, the voice of cardinals
blue jays and sparrows
roaring with the mighty crash of the ocean
and resounding like the echoes of
shouts upon a canyon
3. her mouth
folded in on itself, tucking away
sweetness like the bud of a buttercup
Not yet ready to open,
but when it did,
stretching wide as the heavens
Never ending as the skies, big enough
to hold worlds
4. her hair
running down her back – a river
I could never catch the waves,
and they caught fire
glowed in the rays of the sun,
melting with the setting of the very same
5. her hands
fingertips cool as stone
palms round – a dime-sized moon
a pearl upon a turtle’s back
knuckles rough like the jagged edges
of knobby tree roots
6. her length
tall like the stalk of a sunflower
willowy, she lifted her face to the sun
the rain watered her roots
and, oh, did she grow
7. her shoulders
“This is my Father’s world.”
Conclusion. she disappeared,
in the still of the night,
or in the dew of the morning
and some might have thought she had
never been there – a dream, perhaps
but i knew she existed
though she didn’t leave a mark
and i swore i still saw her sometimes-
i only had to see
(for looking is only the beginning)
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