Every Morning and Every Evening
I see her, Lady, with her Giraffes.
A scene so picturesque it is almost a still,
or, isn’t it?
She reaches up to the Sun
to reignite a vision.
They, with lifted necks, drink this light
turning dark chaos into light.
Lady tall and of emerald hue
saves a dream for me, and you.
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