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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