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My name is Deise. Rhymes with dazed, but not confused.Seventeen summers I´ve counted to date,
Life to its vigor I have consumed
A racing mind would better describe me
A joyful sight to accompany it
I love dancing and living with glee
To just be me: young, wild and free
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Long ago, in a winter full of snow,A child was born. A boy, to be precise,
with raven hair and moony eyes.
He liked to stare at the sun, this boy,
Following the star´s daughters day after day,
Again and again, rise from the dead to die once more
He found beauty in the little things,
Staring at butterflies, flowers and the rain
He was a simple boy with a simple heart
A kind soul that resembled art.
He liked the ocean, this boy,
The salty, pungent, smell.
He would sit by it on a lanky chair,
Read poetry to a silent swell
There was one problem, though:
The deadly fear of having to grow
He wanted to stay a child forever
To keep young, innocent and tender
But the boy had time. Or so he thought.
Meanwhile, he played, laughed and grew some more.
Running through the fields, staring at the sky
kissed by the stars, married to the night
Time passed by, flew featherily, but still sure,
Soon enough, there was no little boy
Only the foggy memories of a lost childhood.
And so it began, his journey into adulthood