She

A girl of grace,
With a bright face,
Her thoughts so peculiar,
And gestures not quite familiar.

Mindfully fighting her mental war,
Cause she misses her amour,
Her fear of separation today feels like deja vu,
Many feels sorry, but with her are just a few.

Faith in her God yet so strong,
And its power she brings along,
The hope she sees could not be mirage,
 To fix herself again in an art of montage

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