I remember her face..
Wrinkled ...old..
but this certain calmness...
seems to hold..
her frail frame..
and shivering hands..
and unsteady feet,
while she stands...
her lips moved..
ceaseless in prayer..
Her silverish hair..
reflected sunlight..
her face ..so pure..
and skin so white..
and about her was
this divine glow..
and music around her..
soft and slow..
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