Grace
When she came into this world,
She was a quite creature,
With unique features.
her beautiful blue eyes,her spirit so glorious when she sets to fly.
Spreading her small but rather large wings,
Reaching the trees when her feathers fling.
Her heart so different from this evil world,
Body so capable of being graceful,like a bird.
If you were to combine everything material,
It wouldn't come close to her beauty.
If you leave this world before I do,
In my heart there will always be a trace of you
Of a place no one holds no not even a few.
To my best friend and little sister grace
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