She

She's walking down a stream of wonder

Searching for the place it's under;

Her eyes oblivious to what they see,

If only she could make believe.

 

Her mind is open wide this time,

She cant embrace all the relief.

For she knows she's in her prime,

She just can't help but to be brief.

This poem is about: 
Me

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