She never says no, yet she takes her own time. Her bridle of strength shimmers proud.
Her gait speaks of fineness and virtue.
A luster she dons like a shroud.
Each morning her treasure trove beckons.
She knows how to gambol and feel.
She’s mastered her mission. She’s wiser than me. Her richness will show me what’s real.
My reality blurs from within her.
Her struggle turns flesh into gold.
The human inside her departs now for good. And now she will never grow old.
And so, we go riding. The world takes its leave.
Her gilded hair sails the wind.
Her sovereignty echoes the songs of her truth. My guru, my master, my friend.
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Sandra Alexander
Sandra has self- published several non fiction titles. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Literary Journalism and a Master's Degree in Spiritual Counseling. Sandra currently resides in Westport, Connecticut.
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