Anya
Red nails blossoming into cherry trees.
Blue roses, divine, beautiful.
Yellow stars with light that burns the sky.
Through thick and thin,
the path into forbidden forests became clear.
Witchcraft brewing at the scene, sweet sweet sorcery.
Divine, beautiful.
Paintings of mountains and oceans intertwine,
two sides of the same coin, two different worlds.
Snow bleeding hope, deep cuts of sorrow and loss.
Yet, despite everything, it’s still her.
Tough, determined, at peace.
Black cats leaping into cornfields.
Child of moonlight, unspoken synergy.
Born of shadow and ice, there she remains.
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