Poem

Her Soul is like Water

Pancake Bunnykins
© JennyYuu

Her soul is like water
ice cold as the winter
or burning hot like the sun
she is owned by no one

She is versatile
like a river that can flow an extra mile
or she can be stubborn as a marsh
strong-willed, but a little harsh
© P. Bunnykins

Published by Pancake Bunnykins

An Asian mermaid lost in transition. I live in an enchanted forest at the end of a rainbow. I have a little window in my room where I can see unicorns playing in the grass field at day and magical fairies dancing under the silvery moon at night.

I would love to hear what you think 🐻

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