Reading She in glory...

And she
As a reader
A be
Eyes slanted
On the Holy book
As if
She has cometh
To her,
how she a She be...
A maiden fair...

And me
Seeing her
Becoming a reader
Be
A  songy road...
A traveler true
As if a slide of a musical...
On show
Repeat mode
Auto drive...
O how me becomes Alive,

And she
As a reader
A be
Eyes on her Holiness
Changes the whole of a cityscape...

For those thorns
They me finds blooming soft...
For those dark clouds
They even allow
Light
To fall like shower
From up above
The golden gate...

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