State of play.
State of Grace.
The passing of a familiar friend.
A mother to us all.
All into the existence of our lives.
Lives touched by this great lady.
Lady sunshine
Lady love.
She brings this life back again.
State, a state of mind.
State, a freedom to live.
A freedom to explore.
This freedom is no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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