|Music: Les Barricades
By Francois Couperin. Entered by John Cowles.
|Sharina is short, with a cute
Her smile turns towards me like sunlight in song.
All that I am fades into thin air,
Reduced to a breath by the fact that she's there,
Incandescent, a flame for which angels might long.
No one need tell me my rescue is simple
As I hold my tongue for fear I am wrong.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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