She radiates glory like the sun's rays
Beams of bright light
That sweep away
shadows of wishful cravings
cast to the floor.
Her appearance was of beauty
and
in the congregation
in the congregation
of things ornate
they worshipped.
Yet she walks listlessly
Seeking earnestly
to find the one
Who might recognize
the gem within
To find the one
Who might
take the time
to nurture her soul.
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