About
She lives in a place named after a tribe
Goes by Kimira.
Wise beyond her years,
Eyes of the sliver moon in the blue sky,
Hair of the snow.
Her skin is florescent in the darkness
Neither short or tall.
Can give blood to you, but can not take yours.
Sign of the man with a weapon .
Loves out of love.
The colour of the stars is the most alluring.
Her heart goes out to her better half.
Expressions can not be seen alive but last for years.
Her soul loves the expressions,
Her eyes detest them.
Fantasy is best served in the mind.
Music is taken in but not given out.
Fooling yourself and others is not an art.
Garments of darkness and elegance,
Also made by her hands.
The best gold is in the water.
Always has an evil partner.
To live in the origin of the sun, is a dream.
Self indulgence is sweet.
One should try to live as far up as possible.
Her hate for weeds is strong,
The one that sucks the life out of carnations, is the one she gladly pluck.
Poetry and music are subjective, they are also not the same.
Hates the great river with a passion,
But loves when trees stand in water.
A dark snowy night it beautiful,
but not a chamber soaked in blood.
Surprises are fine, knowing is essential, predictions are boring.
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