When all movement is painful
\nFear rears it\u2019s head
\nDemonstrably cheerless
\nIt\u2019s when one is led
\nInto a willingness
\na consolation
\nThat said
\nThe sudden thought to stand
\nAnd to see
\nThe mountains ahead
\nof one
\nOut there they be
\nAn edge into suffering
\nTorment and pain
\nWeariness and anguish
\nOf being insane
\nDiscomfort springs forth
\nWith it\u2019s evident pang
\nIndisposed to the rigour
\nThe sounding doth hang<\/p>\n
Angst-ridden
\nOne\u2019s mind wearied as can be
\nWoeful and careworn
\nHaggard is she
\nAnxious, her beauty
\nBrings joyf with its highs
\nIn her hijab, her earrings
\nAnd Her beautiful eyes<\/p>\n
Effusive is she
\nWith the mountains beyond
\nWith the soul at her core
\nHer smile I was fond
\nOf her enigmatic
\nvigour and zeal
\nStirred by her
\nMoved by her
\nJust by how real<\/p>\n
She is
\nSo consumed by the light
\nAs a flame
\nInspired and enraptured
\nDevoured by the game
\nOf exuberant joy
\nExcitably
\nHer bountiful brilliance
\nNot lost on me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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