Desert Flower, Poem
She walks through the desert
With a bottle in one hand
Humility, creativity, gentleness
And grace pours out of it,
How she sees is true to believe
And never an empty word spoken
But every gesture subtle in careful motion.
Her spirit flourishes in open spaces,
Her mind intricate, woven with light and truth
Her hopes dancing on pearly clouds.
For she dares not speak ashamedly,
She is a new creature made anew.
Not impressed by others material gain,
Only by those that dance in the rain.
Her voice a rose with sharp edged petals,
Cares enough to tell you the truth,
Content when she is a source of love & harmony.
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