A Poem for a Lady named Raine


A friendly poem for the challenger,
Her name’s the sweet droplet of water.

She writes a series of great letter.
Time has folded and her literature only gets better.

The sound of her voice harmonizes the music altogether.
And for the lost and broken: “she is like a healer”.

She is well admired by the women who follow her.
For she is a daughter of the Mighty Counselour.

And if asked: “Of man and God, who is better”?
And her answer: “My heart is focused alone on the latter
not on the man who can only give a bread without butter.


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