Debi The Aspired

Words, poems, are never mortal,

literary legacy beyond our

bonds of earthliness,

our limits.

Poems are of ardent human

tapestries of thoughts mystical.

They never age, we do.

Poets fancy delicate love of

emotions,

their romances passionately

composed,

lost loves mourned in their

pen's flow of permanence,

as their muses wept -

not even the angels

could comfort them.

Debi, the aspired,

born in His divine will.

God decreed her a poetess,

such celestial splendors of

her verses lifted up -

luminous as Roman candles.

His gifts to her generous,

rushing down the font fruitful,

poetess of summer moon's

immersing herself in

the silvering eve tide.

We are the fortunate

bards reading her poems

by the light of the Milky Way.

This tribute poem is dedicated

to Debi Pick Marquette. ~

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Debi was one of the most friendly
and welcoming poets to me when
I joined Fanstory last February.
Thank you so much, Debi!

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