She sows her charming words of style and grace,
unto the silent winds that whisper truth.
Like mirrors hiding burdens from her face,
she lives as if she’s in her graceful youth.
Serenity binds words with grassy ropes
and tranquil beauty fills her soul with love.
The poetry she pens unchains our hopes
and sooths our spirits with her silken gloves.
While brush strokes on her canvas come to life,
her thoughts expound to us a certain light.
A slice of time with just a putty knife,
to us she brings shear pleasure and delight.
A birthday wish- to her a faithful friend,
I pray her poetry will never end,
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