A star is born, a color strikes the earth green.
She is a touch of light, pure in heart, as the deep sounds of water.
When she quiets, the world mutters, questioning who she is—a bright delight in a rainbow triumph,
a seeking truth in the eyes of her innocence.
She is, but the dance of thoughts in her wild life of two, she has been here before.
The way she sees the unseen, a sudden calling, she knows—the sun of the dark, the ark of marked ancestry.
She is the hands of many lives, she is the daughter of my dreams, the daughter of the trees.
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beautiful piece, the expression and choice of words is on point. Love this!