Like Fuschia
I am translucent yet dense
The color least chosen in the
The box of crayons
yet
The magic choice of nature
when
Seeking full expression of joy
I stand and I am counted
I do not sway
I dig in against the tide of conformity
Vibrant
You feel my energy before I come into full focus
You are held
In my halo
My love is contagious
It spills outside the lines
It sets your heart
Your mind on fire
About the Creator
susana C ventura
sentient being
poet performer essayist free thinker
part of the world
supporting humans!
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