Aspiring beyond her extended reach
A floating figure on an incandescent beach
Intrinsically scribes creating fairy spells
A waxing moon accents the sea as it swells
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Painting white caps, blue skies, spring trees
A smeller of all good things she sees
She’d be Prancer, in a reindeer fleet
With sidewalk portraitist’s chalky shoeless feet
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An elevation no man would attempt to defeat
This subway musician, off key, offbeat
Some wince when discordant she sings
Voluntarily in the world of the missing…
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Perched plainly under your nose
Until there perceived… you know
She gradually ebbed and faded
Her story ends undated
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A lot from Lydia 
Interesting
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