Shimmers like a lady in white gown
Nestled though amidst bustling life,
A sacred symbol to surrender in strife.
To cry or complain in days of gloom;
To celebrate when joys are in bloom.
The monument stands tall and proud
Harkening to secrets of the crowd
Its a sentinel against frailty and vices
Blessing souls to make right choices.
15 March 2009
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