The wind like waves
blows through my hair
the rain begins to fall.
In droplets, steady patterns,
like the sound of your breath
rhythmic and deep as we sleep.
The harder parts of life seem to be lending themselves to me as simple treasures. Disguised as they may be by pain and virtue they are the fortune of my future. I am a free agent who will one day be well known for what I am. A free woman is a force to be reckoned with once she finds her strength and as always... nice women never go down in history.
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