Your presence as magnetic as the Sun. Graceful and strong, you stood down to no one.
Life for you wasn't very kind, but in a miraculous way, you made the world shine.
It was your sharp looks, beautiful smile and warm heart that made everything worthwhile.
Amidst the chaos and disdain, a safe love filled castle you always maintained.
You have a heart of gold, hairline cracks go untold.
Your love and empathy proved you a survivor. For your place in heaven, no one could go higher.
Beauty pure and undeniable, hidden under armor that weathered your trials.
They say, as they may, you fell prey. As they lack, what I've seen, your spirit stands strong to this day.
Written by: Miya Banks
Photo credit: Kranich17 via Pixabay
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Miya Banks
I'm here to use my words to light a path of wonder, insightful, imaginative, heart-skipping and thought-provoking figurative plots that sweep, drive and plunge you into our alternate worlds. Please enjoy, it's my pleasure.
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