To look at the beauty of she,
is similar to the path of fate.
No matter how long it weaves,
the things seen throughout
are things of timeless proportion.
No matter the way she cries,
the things said will always be heard.
Remembered in the slight burst.
All of the life lived could not explain.
Amazing happenings
are used to describe
the beauty of no other.
Let it be so,
nothing will match her,
her beauty is bold.
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