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The Lady
A voice of reason,
kindness flows like tears.
A gentleman stumbles under her eyeless gaze,
arise
for even the vermin
can be saved.
Perfectly pleasent,
words float softly like snow.
Pure and unique.
Golden sunshine cascades
with every greeting,
so in turn
a keen sense of loss,
with every
goodbye.
my favorite line of this
my favorite line of
this sweet poem
is
'arise
for even the vermin
can be saved.'
God bless you and your all inclusive heart