Her lips are covered in the sweetness of berries
Her smile echoes further than the loudest horn at sea
And reminds everyone that they are home,
In the presence of a friend.
She is a soft pillow that appeases a fall;
There lies her strength.
Her brokenness is to be admired, as one witnesses
The pieces of her heart spread
Like grains of sand on the widest beach.
She is brave enough to speak of her confusion,
Unaware of what pieces fit and what is counterfeit
But she always finds herself and
never allows her feathers to turn into rocks.
Her gentleness in genuine
And her authenticity sets her apart.
Yet, the day must come when she realizes
That heartbreaks are not treasures to chase.
Perhaps if she slowed down the pace
She’d find the power hiding behind her grace.

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