And I see her standing
there,
looking beautiful
in a way
I would never dare to go out of the house.
Her skin imperfect, red, spotted.
Her hair tousled, streaks blowing away in the wind.
Her body curvy. Rolls peeking out, where skin shows.
But her laugh, oh her laugh,
it mesmerizes
everyone around her.
She jokes, flirts,
careless.
Isn't even trying,
but
or that's why
she
easily fits in
with all the strangers
around.
She is easy in silence,
loud in laughter,
wrapped in listening,
open in sharing.
She casts her spell
and everyone is star struck
by this imperfect being
with this perfect soul.
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