šPoetessās Visionš
Birds soar high in sky above and free,
To poetess theyāre loveās own parallel to see.
Storms rage wild, sweep earth with fierce intentā
To her they cleanse the ground where life is spent.
Flowers bloom soft on valeās green, open space,
She sees purple dales with sunflowers in place.
Words may seem dull, void of all light and hueā
She weaves rainbows bright that bloom beneath the moon.
Sky holds wings that dance in boundless grace,
Her heart ties flight to loveās warm, steady pace.
Winds whip hard and scour the dusty groundā
She knows each storm turns loss to sacred sound.
Vale spreads wide with blooms of gold and white,
She paints it purple with her inner sight.
Blank words transform beneath her artful tuneā
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