She walks in, with her priceless smile
Her lovely voice, her sparkling eyes
Whenever she comes, or goes by
Light would rush to follow her lead
A celebration of colors, a parade of cheer
As beautiful as can beautiful be
My god! I’m lucky my eyes can see
What world of joy she brings to life!
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…
And when she leaves, it’s dark again
June 2010
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