She
She humbly embraced a sweet and sorrowful song of her life; a truthful concord with self-loathing and proclivity.
With wings, mighty unrelenting winds carried her down bountiful roads of sin and recourse.
Although sore and broken, she stayed destined in a world of darkness.
She was a tough and beautiful frail, and the harsh winds whispered her name,
for she was compatible with their nature.......Storm.
copyright 2016 Torstional Storm
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2021
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