The Mighty Maya
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What now of this silence
Falling a soft rain
Stilled the river of her words
That wet our dehydrated souls
So long her tender touch
Stroked the heart of a poem
And lifted the frail birds
To flight
An unmistakable tone
Even and pure
Telling us of our unleashed potential
For goodness sake
And temperance
Who now to lead with grace
In eloquent experience
Cooling the hot house heads
With words beautifully said
And a life lived with importance
The book of heaven opens
Welcoming her verses
As we left behind
Bow our heads
Lower our eyes
And love the poetry
That was she....
I am but a small student
Of the mighty Maya
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