Armanetra

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As the wind caressed

 her sunkissed strands-


One could witness-

the newfound glow 

In her eyes that held-

the promise of 'morrow


Nobody to hold her back,

Nobody to hold her still.


She was ready to run,

Ready to burn.


Run wild baby, run

My dear Armanetra, answer to none.










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