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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