Portrait



Fingers dig into
dampen soil. Slowly,
she climbs mountains,
staining the forest
with her laughter.

The cosmos linger onto
her on body with
each jump she takes. Ripples
of love emerge through
her as butterflies when

the wind passes through
her red hair. Eyes of a lioness
protects the soul
of a Goddess; the most
powerful of them all.

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