Extraordinaire
the lady abides
She flies to the rooftop
Where She really starts to fly
The sighs never to stop
For She revels in the sigh
Life has begun in the middle of it all
No more to run, for the meaning to stand tall
The wiggle room that's empty, now to fill
With paintings wrought in love that won't stand still
The meaning of it all becomes apparent
Facades of emptiness become transparent
I bow unto the Lady and her style
Please just let me linger there awhile
Poured right out of me. I'll check it later but I like it right now.
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