Beauty
Madness, chaotic.
Screams of wonderment, enchantment, fill the air, like smog.
Women, with long hair, long dresses, long legs, long lives ahead of them,
dance endlessly, around and around and around and around.
Men, sneering and preying and lurching on these long women, ready to hold them captive with dreams of desire.
Children, leaping and cheering and discovering what adults do,
why are they doing that? should we be doing that?
Air swirling, excitement sways from one side to the other.
God must be ignoring this, or the Devil is in control,
possibly both.
Whatever it may be, it is beauty in its most
pure form.
Copyright © Aliya Backstrom | Year Posted 2017
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