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Grace

January 10, 2018

 

 

A magical potion of poetry...

Pure magic!

Voyaging, pirouettes and twirls

Up and down,

All around

With yellow sunflowers

Oozing out of every pore

Purple swirls radiating from her crown

 

A Poetic ballerina

And her own ballad of poetry

An ocean of fire and smiles

Poetry in motion

She brought that notion to life!

 

She walks in and the room lights up.

You see it, not just me !

 

When she dances or sings
The night lights up.

 

And when she talks

Or plays those strings

The world lights up

You see it, not just me

 

She’s just so lit up

She brought lit into being.

 

She’s a being like no other.

Her eyes grow wild with

An innocent, raw fire

Everytime something excites her.

Takes her higher

 

Everything is new to her.

Everything is beautiful.

Everything is “splendid”.

Everything is everything,

All at once.

Her name says it all

But it still doesn’t do justice

To the magnificence

And magic

That is Grace.

 

When she walks with you,

Not a day grows old.

 

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