She lived for the extreme
extreme of everything
extreme love
extreme pain
extreme care
There was no middle ground
The world either stood still
or would swing in full circles
She did not believe in holding it back
It was out in the void, for the universe to see
that the mystic being she created was just like her
extreme faith
extreme hope
extreme love
The wild reader with a cat 
A lovely piece once again. I always keep ones like these for my poeyry classes.
Thank you fancypaperblog, it means a lot to me.
Poetry I mean!!
Yeah. 🙂
Lovely poem… extremely So!
Thank you Ritu.
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