Silence renders her first look
The passage marks like a book
Green would always complete her day
She voes to have all in her way
Music fills her very ears
Her hands are the speakers to fears
Words are her very mouth 
As she whispers to the wind in the South
Much more to every mirror's reflection
She authors her world with affection
Her sift mind may not bear it all
But God catches her every fall
The truth behind her drawn face
Will only be revealed through her life's maze

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