To embrace a truth more liberating.
I err, yet time remains to heed,
That life is joy in dreams pulsating.
Once, as I sifted through journals past,
I unearthed words from days of sorrow.
“In a city, where river and sky are cast,
A flaxen-haired girl was born of tomorrow.
She cherished the world with radiant delight,
Her joy a beacon, her essence so pure.
Strangers would marvel at her eyes, deep and bright,
As though oceans dwelled there, vast and sure.
‘The girl with ocean eyes,’ they named her so,
Her soul a universe, her spirit untamed.
An artist, in marble, her likeness did show,
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