A Broken Brier

She was a masterpiece,

with a delicate breach

She was a spirit,

without a limit

She was a lullaby 

with a  beautiful cry

She was a treasure 

for all that would venture

She was a comforter

to all her doubters

And yet she was a woman 

With a sadness none could comprehend..

lost in her thoughts

destroyed by her void

A broken brier

 without her admirer

A broken masterpiece

healed only by her serene release.

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