Sonnet VII : Thin

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In form so slight and yet so wondrous fair, Stands he who catches every eye that's there. With poise and grace that's far beyond compare,
He moves with ease, like air that's light as air.
His smile, a beam that's brighter than the sun,
Can warm the coldest heart that's ever spun.
His voice, a gentle breeze that's soft and fun,
Can make the weary soul to rise and run.
And though he's short, his spirit is so high,
That all who know him look up to the sky.
For in his heart, there burns a flame so bright, That all who see him bask in its sweet light.

Oh, how I wish to be like him, so bold,
And win the admiration he has stole

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