Skyscraper

She may be five foot six

But she’s a skyscraper.

She’s got a taste for kicks,

well known for her capers,

and when she gets her fix,

She’ll headline the papers.

Her head’s in the clouds

with dreams and relief

that a sunrise is just how

you put the night beyond reach.

So no matter the row

The past, will rarely breach.

Her future was never written,

She’s got a lifetime of discovery

If you see her, she’ll be smitten

‘Cause life is one big reverie.

And if you take the time to listen,

Her words, a priceless memory.

No, she doesn’t believe in fate,

And the wander in her eye

Might say it’s getting late,

it’s okay to say goodbye.

Like a tower, her roots are great,

Her head forever high.

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