Silently her gentle footsteps graze upon the ground,
working her magic never seen with a frown,
the grass so green,
the mud so brown,
listening to everything around,
naming each sound.
Your beauty comes alive with everything you touch.
You look into the mirror,
a tear falls down it's path.
I walk up from behind you,
breaking the glass.
Wiping away the tear
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