by Kat Turunen
(Portugal)
She was magic
And I was on the edge
She wanted to fall
And I wanted to fly
She is the novel you read
From page to page
Line to line
Again and each time
She was the storm
The kind you chase
The kind you can’t run from
A mess of beautiful contradictions
She wears fire for skin
But a storm lives in her
And it becomes hers
Build her wings
And point her to the sky
She will teach you
How to fly.
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