No one else

She sees the sunset,
and the colours that explode,
like magic on a whiteboard,
warmth and life seems to emanate.

And the strings of nature,
are playing her a sonnet.
The wind vibrating with life,
playing with her long auburn hair.

The last rays of sun,
dance around her freckles,
speaking of times to come,
times where she will find love.

She lays down in the tall grass,
staring at the still blue sky,
wondering if he is staring,
at the same and why.

Is he dreaming of her?
Wishing for her to discover,
his heart beating in the midst,
of all the noise.

She closes her eyes.
Letting the waning heat
wash over her.
She feels free.

Anything is possible,
and her path is still not decided.
So she will love her life,
even if it's not always easy.

In the end, he will still love her.
For the struggles and the scars,
she's fought and overcome.
Because she is herself and no one else.

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