Ghandi Girl
She whispers at lilies to go back on there track. She sees through Ghandis eyes she can remember being that. Her rose is a rose of breaking boxes apart to bloom in season through her tears she is watered about. She knows she is looking at a river a far off like the knats in winter setting off. She was made for more and she knows its not far off. she was made for heart and she knows its not far off. She is tired of playing her part she will decide to finally play her heart. See again were the birth of the sunflowers springs from your dreams dream again you were made for deeper things. Sing again your voice will change rivers. She is a strong ark she is my dream giver.
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