The Beautiful Spirit
This beautiful spirit comes to me in my dreams
It's always the same the ora she displays just gleams,
Some times I can see her so clearly
And other times I can see her bearly,
She floats in mid air and signals me towards her
Wanting to let me know that miracles do occur,
The silence is all I hear
And for some reason it all seems so clear,
This spirit I speak of is my beloved sister
It has been 6 years and we still miss her.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
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