On my way home..

I met a girl called Perseverance.

Her skin tattooed with scars

Eyes filled with relief 

Relaxed, she shares her words of wisdom with me 

After a long war against her doubts 



I met a girl named Nature,

Her eyes are brown as dirt.

Her hair is as straight as ruler lines. 

She would whisper to the woodland creatures all day long .


I met a girl named Silver,

Her hair shines brighter than the sun,

Her eyes are as white as wool .

She is as silent as a house mouse that creeps around.

But she is worth gold.



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