Usually a young and wise
woman in the land or into
the fantasy island, she
can dance with her thickest
and thinnest grass skirts,
it seemed outrage, she got her
extra moves, very modern
moment herself before, until
then. Her arms and hands
were nice and tall, even her
tree trunk legs as long
and straight as it goes, her beauty
was growing many sizes,
her eyes was so colorful but
delightful, her greatness
was so outgoing, her passionate
feeling like feathers and
leaves was poking in and out
onto the earth, her
dancing was made undo the art she
truly creative, she fall
in love under the sunlight of spirit
and honor of hers
completed, her fallen stars become
overwhelmed tears, she
listen her own heart like a simple
and touchiest drum beat
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-1-16
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