You are kinder than the kind the world knows about.
A beauty of the kind, people write poetry about.
Spilling gold-silver around, people crave it.
Not an ordinary soul that people talk about.
You are a soul all the literature of English is about.
A universe of literary symbols bookish souls cherish all around.
Those bound by the ordinary do not belong to the horizon you are about.
The fears you may carry are instilled by those unfamiliar what your content is about.
The shades upon shades of nature are the reflections you hold close about.
Colors woven into your being are uncommon to speak about.
Only those untouched by the ordinary
Can understand what your soul is about.
With devotion,
~Zara M.
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