there was once a girl whose soul was the
color of honey, and whose feet danced
so lightly on the ground they hardly left
a footprint in the soil below.
sometimes when she laughed it felt as
though the earth shook,
but less like an earthquake and more
like a heartbeat
of blood in veins and wind in lungs
as though with every breath she took the world breathed with her.
her face was a constellation and her smile the sun
each freckle a dash of glitter in an open sky
and each crinkle by her eyes a fold in
time that seemed to shift everything
and such goodness held itself there in
her chest that she seemed to exist in
in hues of azure and crimson and lime
and the world was more radiant, more whole because of it.
see, though she was just one, she held the
hearts of many
so when she smiled, the
world beamed back.