Her Balance
Her lips accord to her tongue
Manifested is the board school
That assisted her youth
In jewelling her stride
Resides the tone of what shone
The truth of her beauty
Is not in how she writes,
Its in newly enticed visions
Of what is sewn in the air
So marveling it’s the lair
Of what is to be is enchanting
Staring at a blank page regarding
Few as much.


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