Catch her in the winds sweet smell
Tis not of love but core she’ll tell
Words elude her
Whispers move her
This breath of life she could not catch
As days bore fruit and wonders hatched
Where passions ran so deep
To live, to love, to sleep
Where mirrors told their tale of lies
Twas by the might of wind she’d fly
On wings of glory’s own
Life’s blessings lead her home...
once child, how much she’s grown.
Deo Volente
June 16, 2010
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