I would have to say
she was as fine as they could come
with an olive complection long and tangled locks
eyes as lard almond with the green jewels that set a spark and blazed with creativity
emerald, swimming with youthful wonderment
It was in witnessing and only while in a moment of terror
could i understand the truth behind the creation and the blending of cutlure
the beauty of a world filled with people who came from people who came from people
that came from people that came from another world before ours
And we have come to a place of true mixture
in the blink of an eye, in the peace of a pace
i was smitten like some are and made to recognize the fullness of natural beauty with no addition or
embellishment
May her wits have been as sharp or as cunning as her beauty, i was unaware
but the innocents behind her knowledge of it was pure and exciting
i remember those new found curiosities to be full of grace and wholeness
when we stop walking into rooms with that form of freedom
we made substitutes become every days
and the fear of exploration a thorn in our sides
and forget that we came from the beauty of spilling into a room not knowing that we knew nothing
but the what that comes before the wonder
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