Her smile she seldom shows...

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A very special friend send me piece of his poem in his latest book.. and i LOVE it instantly as i read it.. he is such a talented guy..

"In ghostly light she bathes Her form delicate as snow The lines of her face grim as the grave Her smile she seldom shows Her beauty in shadow my eyes do see Her voice in whisper I hear Her rhyme and verse I know she plays A dark angels serenade."

By: David Trebus


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