Her body moved like the ocean flows.
Her arms could move with the steadiest of motions
and her hips could move like a violent storm,
but she always succeeded at being beautiful.
She was filled to the brim
with both salt and sugar.
The softness of blackberries
and the sweetness of chamomile tea.
She is the balance of the Earth,
she is what creates orbits.
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I wrote this poem last year, inspired by rupi kaur!