The dawn whispered her name softly, ardently,
each syllable a hymn to steady resolve.
Her silence carved paths through roaring tempests,
a beacon where faith stumbled under weight.
She did not waver when winds twisted oaths,
nor flinch as shadows mocked the light.
Her armor, stitched from convictions and grace,
stood firm in the face of crumbling truths.
They called her fierce where softness lingered,
a fiery thread woven through endless doubt.
She startled time with an unyielding footstep,
a symphony of hope sung against despair.
In the echo of her quiet, firm decree,
dignity found refuge amid shattered wills.
Let those who scorned belief taste her courage,
unchained and true in a fractured era.
She rose beyond the ashes of disbelief,
a guardian flame the darkness could not snuff.
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gray0328 (
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Very nicely penned Gray with power and good flow a tribute to a historical great whose name has lived on well beyond her days. A fave
Thank You Soren
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