Tuesday, September 18, 2012

                She treads lightly
                        on water,
                        wind,
              and stone.
           Falls in love
                            with the way
                  the leaves
                                              touch
                   the ground.
           Falls to hate
                             the smell of
      death
                   in the classroom.
          She             lives               to
                             taste
                     the 
                            sacred
                                       meaning
       of life.

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