Yet she soars

In an angle,She is sugary,Sometimes spicy;She fights her own battle,Yet she struggles to openThat glass jar!Blunt at times;but always wearsa sharp smile!Bossy when she’s on heels,Snuggling cat when she cuddles!Her attitude stands above mountains,Arrogance is grounded.She makes friends everywhereBut very choosy in enemies!Witty thoughts and plans,Paranoid at times!Conquering the world in weekdays,Just a grappling kidContinue reading “Yet she soars”

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