Cavernous pictures
Drawn crudely on the wall,
Gave her a strong air.
Barbaric charcoal lines,
Etched roughly in stone,
Made her face chapped and broken.
I found her!
Cracked and dusty, she dances
In the flame of a torch;
Black lines in black
Darkness, in remembrance
She waited in a realm of patience,
Of understanding.
But a mere second passes before
Her fleeting image escapes;
For she, called Humility, flees
With recognition.
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