Vigour

Getting through the senseless day,

Making a run for the door,

Paving her own path way,

Her peace finds the shore.

 

Her dress rolling with the wind.

Glass half way from the brim,

Places on a map she had pinned,

Body so beautifully slim.

 

Sleepless nights and erratic flights,

Chasing after her dreams,

The path was lead to many a height,

But never forgetting the quiet stream.

 

 

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