the beauty
of the soul
in the wintery
days
as we see ourself
among the truth
of others
all around
as our heart sinks
for we often see
many not only
in poverty
but many
dont have family
loved ones to see
through the falling days
of our lively hood
as we often stay strong
and escape the darkness
that we often wish
not to see
as our soul
is our brightness
our heart and glory
and the reasons
upon the sunset
and the midnite moon
as we curl up in a corner
and box out the shadows
that we wish not to see
as one sleeps through the seasons
upon the dusk of dawn and rise
through the inner soul
of ones inner youth

It's nice, Queene.

With heart dear Lady.