Within the written she resides
in quiet assurance of her place.
Lithe and languid, with regal mien,
she glides from the page bearing gifts.
The mantle, flowing through the ages,
envelops her in verity profound.
Gently musing all the while,
in soft tones of measure, knowing.
The voice, breath soft in sublime
caress, whispers, it’s all good and
good as so ever sought, sighs.
Her fair abstrac…
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