What Beauty

Oh what beauty she holds
Awaiting time to share

What hope
She casts across the skies
Warmth for all in her breath
As it brushes like paint
'cross the frailest of skins

What art
Her form takes on; we bask
She illumines the room
No radiance was spared
In the making of she

What love
Sent to all: bad and evil
Misunderstood she sees
All glorious she claims
Like the birth of a sun

Oh what beauty she holds
Awaiting time to share

The End

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