In a world where hope lay buried,
She stumbled upon a land of possibility,
a palace, carved from purest positivity,
Where light itself bowed to a radiant soul,
A woman crowned with an aura untold.
She stumbled upon a land of possibility,
a palace, carved from purest positivity,
Where light itself bowed to a radiant soul,
A woman crowned with an aura untold.
Her aura is as calm as the moon,
Yet fierce as fire when storms awaken.
A mirror of peace, wisdom, and worth, and
her words, are full of healing.
Through the epic side of life, she has walked unbroken.
Her scars are true definition of epic verses, her silence is golden.
What more script is left unplayed in the epic world's grand play?
What trials remain to test yet another side of her personality?
she is undisputed, bold in her quest, takes every trial, and turned pain to peace.
Here I am asking myself...
What is the world, without my kind of flame?
What's my personality if don't win yet another AURA?
