Blithe Light
Eyes closed, living silent.
Echoing, mother giant.
She is good, plays it safe,
Lest end up lonely waif.
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Lives life through other’s eyes.
Never quite realize
Passion, her’s, true and strong,
Inside humming own song.
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Yet sits in chair unseen,
Looking for other’s dream.
Hard to notice blithe light,
Inside Her soul, take flight.
June Nash
June Nash 
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