Hers is a beauty that can never fade
Because hers is a beauty of the heart
And benevolence always outlives
The shadowed day, and sunlit dawn.
It is not through a voice that words
Are spoken, it is through silence,
And speechless paradigms
That true kindness radiates…
And gleams, and shines, and beckons…
Flickers, gleams and calls
To the brightest star I’ve ever seen.
And if that light was taken from above,
Heaven would be the darkest dusk.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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