She came into my view, her friends went inside.
She stayed outside, her legs had died.
Lovely to look at, quiet with a grace.
I couldn’t take my eyes from the lovely of her face.
No sign of the harm, but a glow from within.
Features so lovely, and a body so thin.
Twenty minutes or so, a line in my brain.
The thought came to mind, where she must once have lain.
The pain with the loss, now gone the dance.
Now gone the walk or even the chance.
Lovely in being the depth of her hair.
No one could see the shiny wheelchair.

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