Marie-Laure

She carries white roses in one hand,

tapping her cane in the other and

her smile captures the world

They call her brave and rave of

all she does but she shrugs off

compliments, claiming humbly

that she lives life just like

all the rest

Only she dreams in

musical masterpieces

and dances with rainbows

of emerald and ruby

mixed with ocean's fresh

breeze

She claims to see the world

much more clearly than us

And I believe her.