Sarah of Ur

Under the vast expanse of a desert sky,
Sarah's presence whispered of an age gone by.
Her eyes, deep pools of wisdom, lore's gate,
Reflected a journey through faith, steadfast and great.

Her skin, kissed by countless suns, revealed
A map of time in each line, not concealed.
Her smile, a soft flicker in the dusk's embrace,
Carried the weight of divine trust, a quiet grace.

Her hair, a silver veil in the twilight's calm,
Draped with care, a testament in her palm.
In Sarah, the echo of an ancient creed stood strong,
Her beauty, a resilient ode, where she belongs.

She bore the seed of stars, a lineage known,
In whispered tales where her legacy is sown.
A silent strength in the desert's vast expanse,
In her story, the essence of existence's dance.