
She walks in silence amid clouds, oblivious to her innate abilities. Cold and darkness abundant; and then there was she Her passion drives the tides, her affections calm the sea
Venus crowned her queen, and all who draw breath proceed from her being Beautiful, fragile, yet strong; The world's full weight she bears with grace Ever mindful and empathetic, she smothers in their embrace selfless she gives, selfish they take
All goodness lies with in her, no sympathy she asks With a smile she suffers, undaunted in her task All life's rhythms' beat subtle in her chest Let there be life Let there be love
About the Creator
The Vent By Franklin Newberry
Son, Father, Friend, Writer




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