Her eyes are warm and brown but can gaze at you like a fierce lion
Like a wolf she holds on to her pack yet keeps a quiet mystery about her
Her hands drenched in stones each one holding a story of her travels
Light clothing floats off her tanned skin, as the wind flirts with the loose fabric
Bare feet move in the sand burrowing in the warm sensation of the pebbles
Her eyes catch his from across the way and time stands still the kinda still when seconds feel like hours
She smiles because she knows she is right where she is supposed to be
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