For Shelleyby Melissa Gammillyour elder, I sometimes freeze gaping mouth -disbelieving your goddess-like proximity at thirteen. Bronze legs and a smile your eyes, green seawaves banking on a blessed shore. You possess the song of future humming gallantly across the hills of new beginnings. So raise your voice to the winds of praise -oh goddess of sisterly wonder- and reflect your songs of everafter against these shields of Aphrodite-less days. |
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