A Special Someone #003

Stuck between A’s and B’s, diving in the alphabet soup,
choking sweetness, attracting flies,
Her charm being her nightingale voice,
No furrowed brow, not a heed to spare,
Way above from where men inhabit, she’s flying high,
spreading her wings, In the sensational winter sky,
streaks of light,
Bringing out her brights,
As shallow as her world may seem,
Consideration and concerns lay beneath,
When high, higher than the tornados,
When low, lower than the stagnant shores!


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