A majestic cloud floating,
the calm, lovable, silent her.
Her inward smiles, that outward glow.
With secret dimples, on a fair face
In every blink, that feather down,
so honest, so nice, serene that moment.
In silly hair, and a daily gown
Needing no make-up, beauty is her.
From one end to the other she goes,
She walks not, she glides.
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