She is the gentle breeze,
That walks by without a smile,
Flies by without a trace,
Like an angel full of grace.
She is the tear drop,
That slowly trinkles,
Moving quickly, and quitly,
Like a stream down your face.
She is the lighting,
That strikes your heart,
Causing your blood to boil,
Like a fire on the soil.
She is the grave,
That never speaks,
A single word not heared when said,
Like the tombs that mark the dead.
She is the ghost,
That is never seen,
But is really there,
Like the breathing air.
By: Amanda aka: Princess Leo
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Great work! 
