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She goes to ultimate lengths to reach her  dreams because she was born to spread her wings and fly. Nothing could ever stop her now since she's found a new way to live because over the past year; the possibilities have become limitless, for the sky is her limit. She looks like an ordinary girl, to those around her, they would say she did ordinary every day things, talked to ordinary people, but in her heart a fire burned bright, she's achieved so much in this new life, miracles can be seen and are working within her, and through her, continusly and developing in her life for the better, she's always been one step ahead of those around her wheather anyone notices or not she has accomplished so much, but to ordinary people it may seem just like an ordinary thing that she accomplished, but to her it is a mile stone reached, her dreams are possible no matter what people say or think, she has changed her life for the better. The twinkle in her eyes, is a sign to others that she is different, happy, she's been blessed with a second chance, because she does it one day at a time.

I'll never know hearts of them,
What I'll tell
Unto myself and thee of I should lie,
And crown your name with heaven
When you are hell
And fly some underhand witchery;
Spice and spells?
Tell me, small voices of the heart,
whisper the low
Silences said, by intuition ,all it know
Is truth the deep
- Awake us now and them from sleep.
And hearing your noise above the sky;
The whisper-wind,
Of ear and soul. They have,
For thee an open place.

What bring many together, keep many more apart.

That face is never getting old with time.
It still bring me close and you not afar
From time present. Small morning here dreams alone
And love-gate open, for memory to come home.
All things that make you who you are
Gifts and robs the soul at once:
Those blessings giving, and curses retaining
As they were with you,
They are with me here now.
Even death dust cannot touch the evergreen
Of grandchildren their days not yet seen.

It's been all only full of joy and pain
Found every good, and wound a mortal feel
Evermore, day and night of open, and eyes closed
Unto passings lost here, but we are growing;
Children born last, parents we are becoming
Earth creatures, the ultimate.
But what's life, without the end
Of years until all suns of days descend?
It all a heart's fear, to fear the nigh,
Death and God, which can call, beneath his sky
Is life though life unto the living soul
I give to God of earth; it not my own,
But of the fleetings that'll be passing by,
All Human hands that hold or let me die.

Here silent time have kept not a day dense
But flowers track the sun and swallow light,
In, till the earth green gloat tear out fragrance
Of grass, it rich, nature thing and posing tree
Closer, the branches fall and pull back from me
In into shapes of it that a shadow can trace;
A drooping free leaflet bunch, a garden's face.
This life in motion has me the diamond- rock
And Glass of time I've yet to see in my walk!
And haters seen, a few, a lot but unknown
Of who may be behind the deeds of my own.
Clasp me the hand of God, and the hands of fans
Till giants clip and play the songs I began
With Lyre strings awoken from death to ear.

The mortals have to learn
Of their home and man-
Kind who revolving laps
Of life all on a map
Of fate we travel in
Steps forth, we are going
Together not astray
Pretoria, day to day.

Life is rot'ry, a wheel
Goes up and down, it be,
Winning and victors fortunes,
Loss and victim misfortunes.
But the time is fair-
Ly distributing a share.
Dusk to dawn, and tomorrow
Long shade and shadow follows.