By cold or by emotion,
She will try to move this ocean.

By joy or by grief
Knowledge tree and autumn leaf.

She holds pride, to swallow shame.
Although her rage is scarce contained.

Precise incisions forever remain
soft mistakes she choose in vain

All the tears she sheds tonight.
will not escape without a fight.

For all of forever - she will find no relief
By better joy, and sour grief

By orange sun and crystal rain,
She shuts her eyes against the pain

She will invent a thousand potions,
by bitter cold or by emotions.

Your girl will
move,
this ocean

OCP, beautiful write, and imagery.

I agree. Beautiful!!!


My fave:

"By orange sun and crystal rain,
She shuts her eyes against the pain"

Lots of feeling here. Strong.

Lots of feeling here. Strong.