Free spirit is she, which some call nymph But to me she is the path towards another reality The one unafraid of monsters and the dark Among fragrant fields she lays nude The winds gently kiss her with their breeze At that moment she knows she is loved At that moment, she can breathe Her hair pearled with drops from the ocean Other times they are adorned by morning dew She is the light in the shadow The shadow in the light Like a swan she submerges her body in deep waters While birds sing as she gently floats Every inch of her being vibrating Igniting the blood of ancient Venus Sacred blood which runs freely in her veins Like a child she wonders at the magick all around her Like a warrior she whispers her oath Mysterious and eternal She is a paradox... She is a free spirit... The fire that ignites souls Sofia E. Falcone
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