An earthy, damp scent heavily weighed By the wake of the morning Sunrise bleeding lightly onto the coats Of the sea With the waves seductively subtle with the grains of pebble sand
Smoke danced slowly, expanding its form Into grotesque features Escaping the crimson heat from the famous "Wake & Bake" That lays in the hands of a lady
Pebble sand hugged toes Locks lay thick and free She smiled and breathed in Heaps of wonder and divine energy
Eye-to-eye with the world Her head held high like the chest of a sunflower She claimed her full glory Mind spread into networks of infinite Powerful And mighty lengths of self-love Self-appreciation And a heart soaring with pride
The sun continued ascending Its rays of light sunk into the lady Bearing the gold of her skin On its shoulders
She feels... Ready. For the untold ventures of her day
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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