The Invisible Lady

The Invisible Lady who passes three.
Yet no see's, her shadow gleam.
She fly's on up, and soars all round!
Spirals of glistening dust,
Magnificent! And full of lush.
She smiles and waves.
No man comes her way.
Sadden not despaired, she becomes part of the air.
Forgotten yet there, forever young and fair,
The Invisible Lady
covered the air,
Spreading her wings,
sadden pearl rose rings.
Above the Earth
in God's care,
A single tear drop.
No longer invisible.
Man finally see's
her shadow gleam!

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