Atom in the Cosmos
Her soul is round
she holds it in her hands
She lives in a sphere
made to the size of her light.
Her embrace is a ring
of platinum and shiny gems.
Her breath is a bubble
floating on deadly storms.
Her essence is a circle
around the lost shepherd in me.
Her lips tender form an O
as she knows she is the life.
Her birth was a gentle shock
she continues on an infinite line.
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