Copyright© 2009- Karen Blundell
Twice you came to me
And all I could see
Was your face filled with kindness
Yet still not without wittiness.
And I awoke thinking how odd
I was not even awed
By your presence in my dream
Though you are held in high esteem.
It has since dawned on me that you
Are a symbol of someone who
Has many gifts [...]

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