Poem: Estella

Estella, written 7/2/2021. Written for a friend's birthday inspired by her.

Oceans wide and oceans deep, she dives in with fury.

Hand her the world and she smiles, take her world and feel her wrath.

Time and space will not separate, the further the distance the closer she appears.

Rare as pearls yet familiar as a old friend.


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