She is beyond
and looks above.
She will respond,
but not your love.
She's flying high
and feeling on her face
the breath of ice
alongside outer space.
She's sorrow bound
but free to burn and cry.
So she has found
her own way to not die.
She's diving deep
below the ocean floor
where darkness sleeps
awaits to rise once more.
She is so busy.
She spins the Earth.
Her job`s not easy.
She is not yours.
She's running fast.
Her multiplying cells
demand and must
outpace the time itself.
She flies so high.
She dives so deep.
She runs so fast.
Challenge her lead.
She is not yours
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