lecie Bailey Jackson (05/07/1971 / Memphis)
These unpreditable inclinations, must we try to cope.
Stop! Stop! your sadness, forsake us no more.
We call upon you our lady of great hope.
Please pull back your dark wavy hair.
We see your wicked smile, an electric grind without a care.
Raise your lacy black vail and morn for us no more.
We know your cry of tears only followed by a frown.
Humble yourself before a mirror.
Your beauty well preserved deeply, eclipes us with your charm.
Your oceanic sent takes our breath away.
We feel a chill up our spine as you prance on the shores.
Your dance of death and destuction portrays your cleaver heart.
We know what you are capable of, have mercy on our souls.
These senseless storms, our price must we try to pay.
Seal our faith once more.
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