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Golden beauty And locks of silvery hair The moon is in her glare And the sun is in her smile The stars line her heart And life fills her veins Eyes like the forest Lined with the color of dawn A passion like fire And desire like an inferno Heart like a snowstorm All consuming And frightening But love like a snowflake In the desert A sight yet to be seen And everything The dry desert earth Would need to become whole Stubborn and fierce Like a wild stallion Though still graceful and protective Like a lioness with her pups Loyal and strong Like the wolves that travel the tundra Alone but not lonely And only growing stronger As she gains another weakness She is herself And no other | ||||||||||||||
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