She has resurrected;
My beautiful Lazarus,
From the depths of time
From the heights of the heavens,
The stars that shower over
Like snowflakes in the winter
A white blanket
With the warmth of a hearth's fire,
Twinkle and sparkle
A serenade of light;
And this is just
From the dazzle in her eyes,
A smile
Like Spring's first glow,
And a radiance
Like a sunrise
Melding with the ocean's horizon,
And hills
That curve
Sweeter than hairpin turns,
This is her
Perennial shooting star...

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