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Ory's Poem

A single raven in the company of a thousand doves, A feeble faith in the artery of a bleeding love, And as she touched my heart it felt just like golden gloves, I knew it was only compassion this lady was molded of,


A single smile in the memory of my mind, A lingered moment in the tunnels of time, And as hers narrowed I discovered mine, For she showed me a threshold to a tunnel I could not find,


A single glimmer in the iris of her eyes, A withered mind with a smile to disguise, But in her spirit I saw an angel confined, A beautiful soul that for great things was designed,


A single story but a billion follow after, For she was happy with success and fueled by disaster, When I asked her opinion I would smile at her answers, The definition of a mind worth a million Bodhisattva.


A single raven in the company of a thousand doves, A feeble faith in the artery of a bleeding love, And as she touched my heart it felt just like golden gloves, I knew at this moment it was only compassion she was molded of.



By Tayebwa

 

In Loving Memory of Ory Kahana, Peace & Light Upon Her Spiritual Transition.

 


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