Ode to Vajra Lotus

To eyes, she is but a girl normal
From window of depth, she isn't.
She comes with grace of fairy
Beside me, as peacock settles soft.

At front, black silk tumbles waterfall
Like lotus in peak coiled at back.
Smile painted face is morning sun
Her moled lips dancing for melodies.


Tego mouths her vast understanding
For her colored feelings, kira speaks.

I feel, by her, what she stands for:
A girl no one will leave unloved. 


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