Old Soul

She is the gem in the blinding snow
The pearl shimmering in the white
A little different from the rest
She doesn’t follow the crowds
But quietly stands out in the background
She fumes at injustice of any kind
Her heart a nugget of gold
A currency that she doesn’t trade with
But uses for sublime good
She is the hand that supports the left out
The shoulder for the sad
Wisdom of great ages
In the body of a young woman
An innate knowing settled in her bones
An understanding beyond this world
Magical old soul

Debbie Gravett © 2020.12.08

FOWC: Fumes
RDP: Pearl
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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