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Ode To Her

Nov 12, 2022
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By Natasha Gracious


Her morals shaped her foundation,

Beliefs forged her strength,

Her thoughts illuminated her beauty,

Knowledge was her wealth.


She was the gushing river,

That mirrored the limitless sky.




She was the grounded mountain,

That breeze embraced with a sigh.


She was a bird, wild n free,

She feared no net nor cage.

She followed her dreams unrelenting, 

She was the author of her page.


By Natasha Gracious




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