waves

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Many days she was a hurricane,
causing chaos wherever she chose
Winds whipping and swirling the life around her
Even her own thoughts she didn't know

Some days she was ice
Some days she was snow,
having a heart cold and numb
Melting only when the sun,
finally decided to show.

And on her best days see was sunshine
Sunflowers, clouds and shade
She never knew what she was going to be
she never really cared
All that matters is she stay true to herself
Anytime, everywhere

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