THE PRICE OF BEAUTY

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop


                       THE PRICE OF BEAUTY

Beauty has its time
Sings its passing
Past its stings
But beauty doesn’t know
Until the weeping
Deerhound Bones of beauty
Whipping passed
That beauty’s fleeting
	Wisps of stories
 		Called back into the clouds
		Wisp purred songs of clouds
	Wisps of stories
That fleeting beauty
Whipping past
Deerhound Bones of beauty
Blur the weeping
But beauty doesn’t know
Stings in passing
Passing sings
Beauty has its time

12-19-12  Victoria Anderson-Throop ©




Juja, Kenya