She looks up with wide, fern-green eyes,
Enticing the souls of everyone who meets her.
Behind them hide a sad past that she grew through.
Every battle she fought with her mind she won,
Yet she is still left with the scars.
Without these, she wouldn't be the force of nature she is today.
A beautiful hurricane tearing through this existence,
Leaving hope in her wake.
Yet she is still as gentle as a delicate flower,
Her petal-like fingers caressing the hearts of those around her.
She gently smiles at the thought of the impact she's made on people,
And continues her her forceful path through her life.
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Faces in a Crowd
PoetryA collection of short poems detailing glimpses into people's lives. Each poem is based off pictures that people submitted.
