Everyday she speaks to me
An angel of grace in her delicate beauty
She’s always here with me, though rarely seen
She helps me to realise how far away I’ve been
When I’m lost, condone and feel I’m alone
She knows just how to break ice and stone
Her message is a whisper
But its resounding in our home
An inward journey penetrating a cyclone of emotion into the unknown through a concerto of feeling expressed in colour.
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