She traveled a lifetime; her lines soared in the air, land, and sea.
She wrote of oceans, mountains, meadows;
and now she is cruising that infinite heaven.
Oh what beautiful descriptions she could write.
In the past, reading her lines, I traveled with her,
and, looking out my window, breathing in the wide space,
I started seeing what she was seeing…
the beauty of her words tumbled through my mind,
like a sweet breath from a dreamland.
Holding my breath, I heard the roar of her pen.
Now, free of pain, she will travel for an eternity.
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