I see her in Orion,
Engulfed in stardust,
Swirling in clouds of blue and pink.
She is riding beasts of light in the groaning Universe,
Ever in motion;
She is as she was in life,
Forceful and bright,
Forever on the move.
I see her as a blue wildebeest,
On African woodlands,
Her silhouette playing against a sea of setting sunlight,
She is proud and regal.
She owns the day and the night.
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