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She speaks to her God silently each day…yet she seldom pray
She natures every living creature gently as of it is made of wet clay
She hears, feels, smells and tastes all of Mother Earth …but she does it clandestinely
She always smile but seldom laughs, but when she does it is true
You see with her it is never half full or half empty
With her there simply is or not
She makes me think of a delicate yet stunning butterfly and also a dolphin swimming free
Oh and when she dances, she dances as if God is her Dj
She is like an all wise child even in her years
She is faithful, affectionate and kind
But why can nobody see into her soul?
Her eyes has no sparkle
How can she love so unselfishly and yet be so sad?
How does she do it?
She strikes like a rock but has the most placid soul
Why does she sacrifice her love for others?
Is it that there might be a love lost?
“Has she found the meaning of true love?”