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She stands tall and proud in a crowd.
The beauty in her soul is reflected in my eyes.
She's not demure, yet she's never loud.
For her youth, her wisdom will take you by surprise.
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The beauty in her soul is reflected in my eyes.
There are times I can hardly look away from her.
For her youth, her wisdom will take you by surprise.
She's more precious than jewels and furs.
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There are times I can hardly look away from her.
She has me totally entranced.
She's more precious than jewels and furs.
Her communication is like a dance.
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She has me totally entranced.
I hang on her every word.
Her communication is like a dance.
She knows what I'm thinking, as if I she'd heard.
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I hang on her every word.
She stands tall and proud and is never loud
Her communication is like a dance of swords.
For her youth, her wisdom will surprise crowds.
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Thanks for reading this, my first ever pantoum! Feel free to leave feedback if you are familiar with this form. - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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