Dan Jira - 8/2013
She is as gentle as a spring breeze,
But as destructive as a tornado.
She is as beautiful as a rainbow
After you sit through the storm.
She is as quiet as night,
But infinite like the universe.
She is as strong as ice,
But she will melt in your hand.
She is as wonderful as life,
But as mysterious as death.
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