Full of words and meaning
Even her shallow moments hold depth
I see the best versions of her
When she is sad or upset
Too shy, yet she projects
A conveying message
Attentively, you snap
At the conclusion of her sentence
As if, her words spoke for her cries
The borders she lied beside
Became her sanctuary
Such a beautiful mind
That has misery sound like a fuse
Of something classical & the blues
Her vocal cords made this mere mortal
Become welcomed among the muse
Her very existence was poetry
New understanding, compassion, empathy
And appreciation was gained every time she was read
Like something you experienced before
The moment the introduction began
Enchanted
Creating feelings, only frozen by time
She drips like wet ink when the flow
Comes to mind
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