But what they won’t see is…
She is…
Each petal, each thorn,
Each,
each and every…
Endeavor she -forever undertakes.
She is…
The stem, the leaves
that lick each water droplet
She is…
Each drop of water
She drops like water…
Falls then finds — it’s time
It’s time to
Mind her mind when it grinds ..
On her
She, she is…
All of this.
An accumulation.
She is.
She is fate with a destined date to recreate her self.
She is herself, no one else.
But what they won’t see is…
She is…
They won’t see who she is.
All of who she is.
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