Two-thousand-meters-high
icey-pristine.
Soft, warm and welcome
as mothers (can be).
Powerful, valiant,
just like my dad.
Pear-sweet crisp-apple-ish
classically bad.
Noblesse oblige
of the high-wired kind.
A mind soaked in honesty,
gulabi-style.
Compassion in person
for all that you meet.
You’re superb and more,
you just can’t be beat.
You’re perfect,
spectacular,
hey, did you know?
Here’s my applause,
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