Nataly.

I met a girl.
Here are the details
tall with long hair,
like the others,
except,
her mind knows no boundaries.
Her thoughts sing true
every note leaks creativity.

Her appearance is a reflection of her innards.

One look frees me
from this solitary
confinement.
Everything she does
is lovely naturally.
To be specific,
it’s you.
This poem is titled
Nataly

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