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I want to be this person

This woman in my head

Her spirit is so pure, beautiful, wise, still and strong

That should adversity ever brave to pull this noble spirit in its dark and cold embrace

I see her sitting in the darkness on the cold ground

Now made warm because of the smiles she has smiled

She sits on the ground looking up into the sky

Even in the darkness she has found a reason to smile

You can see the core of her spirit shining with a brightness so strong

You can see the happiness, the joy she feels inside

In the smiles she smiles, in her eyes and around the corners of her mouth

There is this golden beautiful light around her

And all of this she feels

Because she finds and sees

The beauty of the moon and its friends the bright shining stars

She feels peace and tranquility in the moon's beauty and its whiteness

She feels hope when looking up at the sky

And then one wonders how can her spirit, the core of it shine so brightly

And she be so content with life and feel joy

When adversities have numbed so many hearts and minds

How does she manage to shine and shine with such strength

That sometimes it is difficult to tell her apart from the stars she sits there admiring

Then you realise it is because the core of her spirit is love

A poweful and pure feeling

A feeling so strong

And this feeling is for anything and everything around her

Even for the adversities in her life

So its everlasting, never ending, infinite love

And so because of this even when faced with adversities her spirit shines

And she smiles looking up at the sky

Admiring the beauty of the moon and the stars

I see adversity approach her

In the darkness

And look down at her with surprise

The warm light around her in the cold even causes adversity to smile

And so adversity sits before her

To find out the cause of her spirit shining so brightly

Adversity sits in front of her

facing her, trying to catch a glimpse of her eyes

And when love looks at adversity

The purity of her gaze is so strong

And the peacefulnes, the beauty, the happiness of her smile and her countenance so pure and warm

That even adversity's cold heart starts beating and becomes a live

Its frozen and hard spirit melts before love

And then it averts its gaze

And stands up on its feet, every inch of it trembling and sweating

It turns, trips, and starts running into the darkness and cries

Why dear God did I decide to become adversity

In your beautiful world

Your beautiful world

ML.