She spoke,
Words like prickly side of rose
The sting
The beauty
Never to be ignored
She knew,
Transparent like dewdrops on the greenest blade of grass
The open
The honest
of each moment, never to go unnoticed
Grace comes and goes with dignity
And all that happens in between remains...defines...and alters life forever
Each time, the encounter is different;
But it's always raw...always pure
Just like she who spoke
She who knew
She who came, saw and went--
Always raw
Always pure
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