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Jul 2015
It was silent beauty
I never tired of it
But it did not reach for me
It gave itself to the eyes of every stranger
And though the sky held it close
It's light passed without remorse
Only to draw the water near
And because the ocean washed my feet
I was transformed against my will
And what I became was the strength of a picture frame
Because to stand beside you
Is to live with beauty I will never forget
Dedicated to Virginia S a beautiful young woman who needs to believe in herself.
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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