Cadaver Architect: 3 of 11

Mornings and evenings,
I whisper words of gratitude, praise
And love, to her: The one and one
The Architect, a greatest of the great
An elite, who reigned the elite of the elite
Some of her works, thrive through I
An elite researcher,
She designed and transformed
Motivation, inspiration, insights,
And protection, The Architect still offers
To The Architect, I cry,
Cries of greatness, she offered unto I
Fame, I too achieved
I was praised, it was all her doing
The Architect, was with I
Laughs of sadness, perspired through,
Blowing winds from the North, South,
East and West, as they all converged
Objects ascended, swaying trees halted
It must have been a sign from her
The Architect,
The only Cadaver Architect, who still motivates

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