The Meek - Poem by Moriah Lederman
She travels alone, carried by currents
unknown even to her.
Here but for a moment.
Fragrant blossoms rest upon her head
permeating everything about her, causing
remembrance of the splendid spring and
Soft is her embrace, yet still leaves
imprints upon the soul.
Virtuous, trusting, empathic and kind
gentle and fragile, yet strong and
All stand in awe and anticipate her next
whim or wile.
Don't forget the gentle breezes that
For they are here but fleetingly, and
make tiny impacts that change everything
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