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About This Poem
Her Return
She was like "Ghost Smoke"
emerging from ashes past;
Today's inner likeness,
now sequestered,
from days remembered;
Absented days,
I tallied as grains of sand,
and earlier thoughts of her,
though too few to catalog,
I occasionally recall;
In my eyes,
her new inner beauty makes liars,
of those who proclaim that
"Beauty is only skin deep"
For God,
has shined His light into her heart,
and she is changed.
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