Perfection I Am
Tiptoes stretching to my star
My body taught, like bowstring
long
Eyes closed, sunshine from afar
Silence broken only by Angel’s
song
Warmth a plenty upon my face
I take my breath before my leap
Into your heart, I am your grace
The treasure I am, for you to reap
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Duncan Varley Sculpture ©
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