There was angelic lady.
She made everything pause while she wrote a new line.
For she wrote poetry the kind that rhyme's.
She was so pleasant with voices of angels singing.
With her spirit so devine.
It command's a grin.
Her hands were soft as a rose petals. She,said "maintain your race"!
Her thoughts were to be true to self.
Then I will be pleased with earth's wealth.
I never saw her sad, just pleasant and kind.
Than quite often her thoughts became mine.
She goes on through life doing her work.
Her mission was for me to enjoy earthly miracles.
With idea's are as fresh as the morning dew.
How she came about I haven't a clue.
I just glad she here till she bids me adieu.
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