She is beautiful:
Clad in purest white veil and
Flowing bright blue gown.
She radiates wisdom and
Compassion. Her smiles
Light the dark rooms of the heart
And replenish the
Withered garden of the soul.
She's young, yet ancient.
Like small breezes in summer
She refreshes all
That is torpid and arid.
She provides the water that
Redeems this wasteland.
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