I really enjoyed reading this sonnet from gatheryerosebud blog today.

conquering the void

She was the center of a tulip bud,
Soft guitar strings strumming as she unfolds
She was red like her rosy blush, like blood
Like clay, defying the confines of molds.

She was a pearl of silent laughter,
Flowers growing in her lungs, in her veins
She was the ampersand, the thereafter
Lost souls aboard her small words like on trains.

She was the world shattering to pieces,
Like a small blue marble dropped to the ground
Flick of hair, and she could cause caprices
She was firm, strong; she had lost, and then found.

She was built up of broken-before bones,
She was a cosmical world of unknowns.

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