silver-white hair frames ageless face
dress loosely feathers around body behind her guitar
a look completed by the fine cowboy boots
a voice weathered by age and hard use
it’s hard to hit the high notes now
but it’s not the quality of the voice
it’s the way the song comes alive
when she sings
like a white dove taking flight and
soaring into your heart
making your whole body glow and vibrate
with the beat of the silver wings
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