APRIL #19: Ideal Muse

She can stand still in the middle
of a firefight, leaves unfurling

in her hair, her fingertips
sprouting apple blossoms.

She knows the language
of every beast and bird,

her slow eyes follow the fall
of every drop of rain.

Life is her lover and Death
her favorite brother.

She has never been afraid
of the dark.

She can draw starlight
directly into heart.

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