The Song of Me
I am a vision,
Solitary glimpse of youth.
Engineered by tension,
Moved by depths of truth.
A disposed invention,
Yet as sweet as Ruth.
I am a silent song,
My words are intense sensations.
I know defeat is wrong,
And obstacles, my temptations.
I inhabit a mother’s heart,
I was kept there from the start.
Joy is my sweet aroma,
Melts at the sight of glee.
More brave than even Jonah,
For I could never flee.
I sense my nature’s beauty.
I am so greatly free.
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