She's a two edge sword,
who wheels saintly believes;
Thus, sashays with Viking's valor
and intuition ease.
She's been known to bend,
near break,
to shade discarded leaves;
From harsh-scolding droughts
or debar frost-bite freeze.
She's
no puppet-master
and most certainly
no angsted puppet, hung;
Who submissive,
bends, bows
or dances,
when her strings
are tugged.
She's that avid eagle
with freedom's reins to soar.
Her nest,
it never tethers,
with...
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