She’s the type of girl
who chases moonbeams in the infinite space of her dreams. She tastes the colors
of the rainbow painted on a canvass of her hopes.
She’s poetry in a night
of solitude; a rhythm hummed in a day brimming with happenings.
Behind her smile and
little talks is a world of rosy sky stretching endlessly across her
imaginations. She breathes the air filled with dandelions carrying whispers of
faithful wishes.
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Concealed in her wandering
eyes is a treasure chest shining only for her delight.
She’s free to fly over
everything she ever desires… Because she’s a magic. But a magic limited by
humanly incapacities, dulled by mortal flaws and blemishes… Still, she’s
holding a power flowing in and out of her core.
She’s nowhere near
perfect yet she’s perfection in every imperfect way possible.
She’s complex and
simple. Empowered and weak.
She’s a riddle and a
maze. She grips the answer to her own quiz.
Yes, she is a human and
a magic at the same time. And that makes her one of a kind.
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