Within her body,

This peaceful warrior for humanity
Considered amity with vast ability
Seeker of the truth and mysteries
Floods essence in endless worries

Respectful to the elements of life
Dwelling in body of a vowed wife
Mother of indigos unyielding fame
Two sprouts venerating their name

Force of a goddess within her love
Soul is reunited with a kindred one

Devoted with passion she does lust
For gentleness beyond human trust

Long ago she aimed to be a teacher
Awaking people yet not a preacher
Living in drive beyond blazing fire
Loving fully devoid of limits desire

Young four year old she was shaken
Lured with sweets by stranger taken
Yet rescued and survived this trouble
Like cat with nine lives times double

Tempted by aromas of existing dust
Secured choices only own she trusts
Hunting resolutions for an equal rule
Unmasked she was many times a fool

Beaten and abused she has lost a count
Most of her youthful years were shunt
She holds no loathing has long forgave
Thriving free at last and not like slave

She escaped her nation as a young teen
From so many abusive entities unclean
And established better life in this world
Survived for purpose in this story told

Young trivial girl in filthy refugee camp
Dirty in line holding pan and food stamp
The smell of sweat and a decaying trash
She tries to forget this throbbing in gash

Overcoming hurdles these above few
Each memory hot such as boiled stew
Knowing each was meant for reasons
Learning to grow with yearly seasons

She captures photos and loves to paint
Humbly maintains her passions quaint
Rush she gets from dynamism existing
Daily creating with a force persisting

Calling was revealed to her long ago
Informed by messenger of her aglow
To do something important with kids
She seeks to look for with gaping lids

Devoted is the crave for vivid colour
Living in her artistic psyche of stellar
Admiring unique creativity of man
Colliding into awareness like a ram

She is skilled in so much yet modest
Always devoted, spirited and honest
In this fleshy matter fine yet strong
With sixth sense rarely is she wrong

Explicit fan of fairness so analytical
Her writing may seem a bit illogical
Spends time submerged in thinking
Appreciates reality beyond blinking

Grateful for the days of pouring rain
Reviving nature and to wash her pain
Enjoys dancing to the rhythm of beat
In the raindrops vitality and suns heat

Indulging is her spirit in photos taken
Of lightening so close one gets shaken
Yet no bearing has this

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