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Jewel's in a poetry phase again Sometimes even the strongest have to take a break
THE WOMAN IN THE YELLOW SILK DRESS
In the glass tower she sits, a reflexion of flax grown to maturity, a golden oriole stalked by crows ready for the first sign of faltering.
Only by force of will she remains to outlast predators who, one-by-one, relinquish the death vigil.
She passes into the topaz sunset as she flees, finally able to relinquish the gem of power she so unwillingly wields.
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