She as life itself

She passes through life
with grace and ease and lightness
like a fine bright silken sari
caught by the gentle breeze
on an early sunny morning

and life itself seems content in that,
and smiles on her

and we who see her, feel ourselves
graceful, easy, light of heart,

love her for it,
and loving her,
love ourselves.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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