Little is the one.
She smell of roses,
she is in the air,and in the mind,
and she travels as fast as the wind -
with no hesitance.
There is an openness that´s fresh,
and a kindness that weakens me.She stands up for herself,
and she demands.
IDA is her name, and she conquers.
Susen M J©2000
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