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She floats upon the air,
her feet above this Earth.
So heavenly she nods,
acknowledging your breath.
Shimmering in arrogance,
Sophia hides her flaws.
And lively in happiness,
Sol conceals her lies.
She takes in air,
and releases gold.
She speaks a word,
and we all take heed.
Silver as a star,
glinting in the night,
she is the one
whom we all adore.
Contemplating her faith,
we wake one night to hear:
a tragic cry,
a muffled gag,
and in the morn we see...
She doesn't glow,
she doesn't shine,
yet still she's off the ground.
Copyright © Saint Alphonse | Year Posted 2009
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