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Statue
Sitting still and staring forward I am stone,
Made of the strongest of marble and rock,
There is not an emotion I have shown,
That can be drawn with graphite nor chalk.
I stare forward, blankly looking at you,
With not real bound or direction.
My stare is intent, honest, and true,
Needing no further dissection.
In the marble carved locks of hair,
Are lotus blossoms of monochrome colors.
They are pale white, so plain and fair.
Seeming to just blend in with one another.
But eventually, my marble skin begins to crack,
And I am forgotten in time and age.
And that’s just how it all is, in fact,
As the beauty of the statue begins to fade.
Made of the strongest of marble and rock,
There is not an emotion I have shown,
That can be drawn with graphite nor chalk.
I stare forward, blankly looking at you,
With not real bound or direction.
My stare is intent, honest, and true,
Needing no further dissection.
In the marble carved locks of hair,
Are lotus blossoms of monochrome colors.
They are pale white, so plain and fair.
Seeming to just blend in with one another.
But eventually, my marble skin begins to crack,
And I am forgotten in time and age.
And that’s just how it all is, in fact,
As the beauty of the statue begins to fade.
Published 8th Apr 2012
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8th Apr 2012 10:01pm
Your words named how this world works. Something's beautiful until age takes its toll, but the way you put it makes it seem like so much more.
8th Apr 2012 10:02pm
