Last Designation: She is peace

There’s this name that blows the mind
A beauty if stared you’ll get blind
She must have been to the sun
When she smiles, fantasies run.

An excitement to experience if around,
Her step makes a curious sound,
Her appearance looks like a cloud
That never will go beneath the sands,

She’s an angel that trails and trundle
A perfect irony of the term most ugly
A child to be stolen
An age to achieve.

Every land she steps,
The dust tumbles
She’s the wind that blows
Sending peace from the deep blue sea.

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