603 – Ripe

She was like
A shooting star,
Shining in
The morning sky.

She was like
A fireball,
Blazing brighter
Than the sun.

She was ripe
For death to pick,
But stayed just
One step ahead.

She was like
A hurricane,
Racing against
Destiny.

She was like
The desert wind,
Forever wild,
Forever free.

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