For Ude Ugo

Let the mirror tell

of thine beautiful soul

and not thine veiled visage

Stand where true reflections
sets thee above old wives
tales about thee.
Hear it when the harp
in thy sad footfalls
joins the orchestra of nature
at the stream side.

In mud, on marble
Be spent on this quest
to find true reflections
wherever little lady

- Martins Deep

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