Makarova Viktoria foto-vik.ru
Passion runs wild through the fields
The winds comb through her mane
She is as free as the air
A portrait of her name
She allows nature to command
Passion was born to run wild
She expresses every emotion
Ever since she was a child
She is many colors
Her aura nurtured by her passion
A colorwheel of emotions
Expressed with fashion
She runs wild and free
Yet feels all alone
A piece of her is missing
Heart sinks like a stone
In search of true love
The one created for her
Someone to spend her life with
And make her passion stir
From one portal to the next
Jumping through time
Deeply searching for a soul
The one of her design
For he is her destiny
His flame burns alone
It needs coupled with hers
So together, they can roam
It is written in the books
Written in ancient time
It is the will of the spirit
It is the will of the divine
Her twin flame awaits
To fuel Passion’s fire
According to ancient scripture
He will ignite her desire
His flame to join hers
To run wild and free
Across the great planes
As nature intended it to be
Renee Robinson
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Lovely imagery
thank you. smiles