Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

She

She was always looking up.

Silhouettes were her friends,

Windows her barriers.

She walked slowly,

Each step correspondent with the music played in her ears.

She liked it when the sky clouded over,

It hid the world from the sun.

She smile occasionally

At the things no one else noticed.

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