At the brink of acceptance

Her boundaries set her free.
Her will is, to be born again.

Her feet is the size of the earth.
Her bosom, full of the nectar of tomorrow.
Her lips move at the slightest touch of a word.
Her hair is a carnival of growth.
The silk of her skin melts in the eye of the beholder.
Her fury was severed in her sleep.
Her fingers refuse to crawl.
Her mind beholds fluidity of life.
Her body curves softly on the desert sand.

She shines like a star.