Seek not your joy
thinking you can see
through this woman
Her dark eyes and long lashes
have long healed some sickened hearts
who were falsely unaware
of this sweet breath of life
A mystery in the morn, she is
with compassion so supreme
a rare fruit..
that feeds the starving souls
A woman of pride
as the pride of the sun
a desert flower..
for the seeker's eye
A heavenly breeze
from swaying hips
carrying joy in her steps
to the golden sands
A sign of God full of love and grace
to every empty heart~
Silver trophy winner
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