For Martha on her last day
She carries a lantern into a darkened room and the shadows disappear
She steps so lightly among others that her soles are unworn
She talks in unspoken tones that ripple off her blinking lashes
She hears the secret messages waifing in the breathes vapor
She gives wisdom out through presence and hugs without touch
She steps so lightly among others that her soles are unworn
She talks in unspoken tones that ripple off her blinking lashes
She hears the secret messages waifing in the breathes vapor
She gives wisdom out through presence and hugs without touch
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