Healing Hands, Celestial eyes
There smiles the sky above us all,
In its pretty blue shade that we all adore.
It tells us a story of a maiden fair
With starry eyes and a heart full of care.
She was the one who could heal one and all,
With gentle fingers she calms the soul,
And brings solace to the heart's deepest role.
Never a complaint nor a whispered sigh,
Escaped her lips as she heals the sky
Yet in her eyes, a question gleams
Was it a gift, a choice or the fate's dark seams.
~Astrid Lyrax
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