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Conceived by true nature


Concieved by mother nature

Did you hear? I am the daughter of whom they call the navigator.

Beauty she holds. Gracefulness she acts. She is the god given creator.

But watch out! She contains the strenghth of a thousand strong men. 

Every breath I take. It is a long lasting renossance of my pathway 

Reverberating every challenges I face, The soothing wind is taken away

I hope to have set upon a life that was settling. 

But comming from the origin of devined true nature

settling was never an existent connoation. 

I seek who I am, however gravity pulls against me. 

I am concieved by the true disaster, the true exhilerator. 

The one they call the navigator. 

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