Light

Oh how the light hits her eyes.

It's like heaven is shinning at her.

It's like she dances with angles.

It's like there is only holy in her being.

Oh how the light hits her face.

It's like the sun is her skin.

It's like the stars are her teeth.

It's like her smile gives of it's own  radiance.

Oh how the light hits her soul.

It's like it's my influence.

It's like it's my joy.

It's like it's my hope.

Oh how her light hits me.

 

 

 

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