Sunday, July 14, 2019

My Sister

To the word beauty I want to present a preamble,
To someone who means more than it
Yes,it is true she is kind and humble
Yes she is smart and made from the sediments of wit,
Yes, readily I postulate
Most of the time she prefers to be desolate
She is good looking and prepossesing
I must admit She has a good taste in dressing
Now some more words about her
Sometimes she is an amazing dancer
Yes, her smile can illuminate up anyone's darkest hours
She has some incredible powers
I hope she stays like this always,
And her bright smile stays.

~ Della

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