Quietly she slips from grace to dance upon the black tar moon.
Where air is light not fragranced with heaviness of life.
A feather's weight she casts her fate in consequences unknown.
A universe of fragrant breath fills her hungered lungs.
Bold and tender choices whisper fragile steps of hope.
Reality will arise too quickly with the dawn's new light.
May she dance boldly with new courage to be found,
upon the mourning of sunshines tender smile.
An inspiring soul, renewed beauty to behold.
Rewarding us with the gift of enduring faith.
A slip from grace, moonlit trace,
she dances tenderly with feather's fate,
for her soulful life.
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dedicated to my lovely daughter, Angela Faith.
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