Untamed Comments

You could, I feel, in olden days have turned the heads of kings and brought a frown to priest’s blank faces laughing at their scorn
You are lightning white and blue and oh how blue, how blue are you….
You strike and a thousand smiles light up around you then you nip and you pinch and you laugh at the pain till the sorrow comes. There is no blonde in you.
Sometimes you speak and the child inside you peaks out then treads warily back into the whirling wind but stays there in your eyes of sapphire sea, as an innocent gleam in a devilish moon.
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