A tiny statuette of glass
That gently glitters in the sun;
Her radiant beauty will not pass,
Of softer beauties, she is one.
I hear the music in her voice
And see the sunlight in her smile.
I watch her gentle silhouettes poise;
And dream about her all the while.
The sweetest song that nature sings,
The wind that sighs her name to me.
I breathe the melody it brings,
And whisper that her soul were free.
I close my eyes so not to see
The frailty of her crystal heart.
And ode to beauty that is pure,
Simplicity sets her apart.
The cookie crumbles in my hand,
As setting sun I put to sleep.
I write her name down in the sand,
Sonia, to my heart I keep.
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