Alive

A story would reflect at you straight from her eyes,
A song would flow with ease from her quivering frightened lips,
A gentle breeze would pass by from her careless but graceful steps,
A thunder would shake you from her erroneous heart beat,
A lighting would blind you from the glitter on her cheeks,
A faith would awaken you which ebbs out from her devotion,

She would be life itself; and you would feel alive…

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