Beauty
Watching her weave her spell of magicShe saunters gracefully doing her duties
What comes of this spell
Only time will tell
Her smile warms up the room
Dressed simply, without benefit of perfume
She radiates life in its purest form
A demeanor of kindness without end
She's never lacking for a friend
Spreading joy wherever she goes
What the future holds
No one knows
This Poems Story
This poem was inspired by my friend Kim Martin.
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