Her soul is
made of ancient stars
In her face lies
the secret of first rays of sun light
Beautiful than
any imagination
Her smile
can defeat the darkest of night
Her heart holds
all that is true and fair
The last
stand against all the in-sensitiveness of world
Silently she
fights on for what she believes
In her
mortal frame she holds a heart of a dragon
Her sorrow
is her strength, tears her armor
Unbreakable
her will against the randomness the great shatterer
Beyond this mortal
place and dying time
She is meant
for immortality
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