She Belongs to the Wind
She is not owned,
not by man, nor by name
her blood sings with rivers,
her spirit dances with flame.
They called her wild
but she is simply whole.
A heart unbroken by fences,
a soul untouched by control.
She walks barefoot on sacred ground,
each step a prayer,
each glance a storm
eyes filled with eagle skies,
lips whispering to the dawn.
She loves as the wind loves
without chains,
without apology.
To hold her
is to let her go,
and still feel her in the air.
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