She is a thing of beauty,
fragile like slender flame
at the tip of a candle.
The fire sometimes flickers,
when her spirit trembles,
but is secure, protected
from the cruel winds of life
by a halo of truth,
a loving Father's journey-gift,
and one she will pass on
to her children.
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fragile like slender flame
at the tip of a candle.
The fire sometimes flickers,
when her spirit trembles,
but is secure, protected
from the cruel winds of life
by a halo of truth,
a loving Father's journey-gift,
and one she will pass on
to her children.
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