Fine wine improves with
seniority.
But she is a teenage girl,
Not loved by all,
Never adorn herself to
ball.
She could do everything
Lower her voice,
Without passing a choice,
Carry the sea of dreams,
Waiting for the salt to
soak on ankle,
She saw in herself,
She had that spirit,
Fire gleaming in her eyes,
Burning softly like steady
embers.
Her inner voice asked
Ready for change,
Time to show your true
colors,
Move a little darling,
Like a tiny dancer
Dance in the rainto pour
your spirit.
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