Written By: Paqtism
Free of Spirit, body and soul
To her heart there is no key,
Captured by nothing, nothing at all
I wonder even by me.
In her veins run the ultimate symbol
Of triumph over time,
Her beauty is a picture
Of the perfect design.
Her eyes hold the ghost of ancestors
That roamed before,
Strength, courage and grace
She is to the core.
High upon a mountain
She stands so regally,
A wisp of wind, she fades away
But not from my memory.
Written On: 01/25/01.DGBD Inc.
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