Grace
Sitting in low light, delivered a red drink given by Gracie
An "Old Mill" sanctuary; enjoying times slow pace
Counting on surrounding conversations to give me silence, and space
To capture this fond memory; a poetic snapshot of her singular angelic face
Two weeks prior this reference would have no meaning, no place
The best acquaintance of this evening would've been left with no trace
Leaving my eyes robbed; of meeting a woman of timeless grace
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2025
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