A Mother’s Daughter – December 9, 2019

Her hair flowed wildly

Untamed

The scent of

Tall grasses blowing

Frantically framing her thin face

Ever so pale

With a touch of color

Creating a delicate surface

Painting her emotions

Much like her hair

She felt the world

In each cell

That built her being

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