Poetry / Ode to Abi

She once danced upon a mulberry bush, atop a grassy mount.
The sky that day was a sheer blue canvas, that perfection it did surmount.
And below the Heavens, dancing there, was the surmountation.
Crying forth and frolicking, her hair flew around in excitation.

She had no cares, worries, nor pitfalls to her character,
and any that were there (for I could not care
About them) were but dapples of wool in her hair,
the mulberry bush she stroked, her hand as soft as fur.

At once I realised, my dream had been fulfilled,
I had seen an angel, free and flowing,
light and radiant,
Beautiful.
Abigail.

I love you
xXx

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