She.

There’s a storm in her fiery eyes,There’s a fire in her heart,

That turned its beats into thunder,

There’s a part of her, being lost somewhere Between her reality and her dream,

 There’s a life, awaits her on the edge of her death, To live it with no concerns, with no regrets,

There’s she, beyond perfection,                                    She loves her imperfections.
                                                                                  Rk.s

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