Sister

I take you with me –
at my side,
on my heart,
in my blood.
You are as wild as they come –
your mane flies like hawks
in the wind.
You are also gentle –
soft and tender in your words,
smooth as glass
when you dance.
Same spirit we have –
stars run in our veins
and shine out
like blue velvet.
We are wild
as horses,
and gentle as lambs.
Together.
But not always.
And yet, always.

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