Not fragile like crystal
that can be broken by a breeze
Just vulnerable like a leopard
that flies into a passion by a bee’s buzz
Not sharp like a sword
that threatens those who come
Only her pride’s as high as mountains,
unconquerable even by the bravest men
Her heart gets trembled by a nightingale
Her soul gets over owed by a daffodil
But her mind can become a sea storm that drowns all unsaid words
And her head can become a volcano that burns all undone plans
People keep holding tight their perfectly imperfect world
And she keeps dancing with her imperfect imperfection