I wonder why,
how wide or narrow;
how low or high;
or buried sorrow.
There is only one truth,
her silent boast,
when she is hiding,
it shines the most.
A hidden secret,
a subtle ghost,
a moment when an angel fell,
a moment surely she'll
never tell.
For hers is light,
no shadow cast.
A lesser moment
would never last.
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