Liliane

Freya

To my sister

Light is her name
She is precious like gold
Luckier than Fortuna,
Always outruning fate
Flames blaze from her eyes
And wheat is the color of her hair
Tricky as a mind game
You can’t get out of,
If you ever meet her path
So deep,
Will be the impression
she’ll make on you
That it will never leave

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