Antique
What many hands brought alive such a design?
Much heartache and brokenness, has caused her to shine.
All the pain has placed her alone,
with sweet mysteries, totally unknown.
The cries for her, by men are all now violent,
in them wanting her, she stands silent.
Unaware of the beauty age has brought to her face.
Unaware of how pain has been replaced by grace.
Her soul is a gateway which almost traps,
her spirit is a river flowing through you, filling all gaps.
If her movements were less, she would be a statue.
She would be the feeling you never knew.
Her beauty, her sadness...
all she is, is so very unique.
value of this antique.
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