On my way home

I met a girl called Perseverance,

Her skin was tattooed with scars,

Her eyes filled with happiness,

She battled with her own doubt

And stared at the stars,

Praying her determination pays off.


I met a woman called Winter,

She had bright blue hair,

She had bright eyes like the ocean,

She whispered as leaves pirouetted

Behind her.  


I met a boy called Fire,

He had malting lava as hair,

And fire for shoes,

He could make fire with his 



I met a man called Shadow,

His eyes were pitch black,

And he stood in the shadows,



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