Burning Throw her
Everyone has a fire inside but we are all made of Earth
Air: Calling my soul my mind and heart. Filling my lungs. Flowing throw my veins.
Earth: Pulls me down grounds my body. Making my body strong like metal. My heart the tree inside me creating the clean air.
Fire: Flames burning so hot gods turn to ash. The heart fuels the passion for earth. Sparks dance around her eyes.
Spirit: Ensures her growth. Driving her to Care for her fire. Pushing her to be better. Overflowing her with love for everything.
Water: Cooling her so she's cool to the touch. She balance. The wave call her in. She's connected by the water and moon.
Space: Calls her home. To the place she belongs. Freeing her when she looks at the moon and stars. Little dose she know she's made of star dust.
This is her magic that flows through every part of her.
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Foster KittenGaming
I'm a passionate person who loves the outdoors, as well as staying up late and playing video games, reading, writing, arts and crafts, cooking, dancing like nobody is watching, and singing along to my favorite songs.
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