Samantha

Samantha, a face in the crowd,
A beauty unknown, yet unbowed,
Living on the streets, she roams,
Hoping for a place to call home.

For years, she's walked the city's streets,
Hiding her beauty, a secret to keep,
But one stormy night, the winds blew,
And Samantha was washed anew.

On Friday morning, she returned,
Her beauty, the city had learned,
In awe, they offered her help,
But she, by fate, was dealt a cruel hand.

The news of her passing on Monday morn,
A reminder of how fragile life can be born,
But her beauty, a legacy, lived on,
As a symbol of hope, even after she was gone.