Spirit. 

11 
I am the goddess of the common trees 

Amongst the lions 

That have yet to set me free 

They spin tales and let me be 

Making a mere spirit out of me 
– 
I have lost a body 

Out of fear, anger or birth 

But what seeps into the soil will grow back up 

A force of nature, of invisible beauty
My eyes are moonlight 

I wear frangipani in my hair 

My skin as tan as the tree bark 

Hips swaying with the wind; no one to stare 
Just missing my life 

Of flesh and blood 

Sometimes jealousy rushes through me 

When it all becomes too much
Yet I have no body 

No physicality or boundary 

I am alive and free 

A goddess, I must be 

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