Free spirit is she, which some call nymph
But to me she is the path towards another reality
The one unafraid of monsters and the dark
Among fragrant fields she lays nude
The winds gently kiss her with their breeze
At that moment she knows she is loved
At that moment, she can breathe
Her hair pearled with drops from the ocean
Other times they are adorned by morning dew
She is the light in the shadow
The shadow in the light
Like a swan she submerges her body in deep waters
While birds sing as she gently floats
Every inch of her being vibrating
Igniting the blood of ancient Venus
Sacred blood which runs freely in her veins
Like a child she wonders at the magick all around her
Like a warrior she whispers her oath
Mysterious and eternal
She is a paradox...
She is a free spirit...
The fire that ignites souls
Sofia E. Falcone
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