Butterscotch hair, as long as her arms. Unique and different from everyone else. Talented and wise, she wooed everyone away with her beauty.
Sunrise to sunset, she worked for her family. Helping others as if they were blood. Everyday she'd wait by the bus stop for the old outdoor cat.
While watching the rain, she'd smile and sing. Asking for as little as someone to sing beside her. She was never upset, and never raised her voice. Not only could she sing, but she danced like an angel. Touching my soul with her delicate hands everyday.
Ready for the world to give her more, she walked on. Embracing her fears as friends. Angels were jealous of her pureness and heart. Life for her, was a gift to me.
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