Sunrise
I have seen this sight before, the flight of a shooting star
Burning its borrowed life away to entertain a borrowed crowd
I watch this young flower in her prime, ripe as mango fruit swaying gently to the evening breeze
I watch as she glides before me, gracefully holding her head up high
And the smile playing beautifully on her painted lips tells me loudly that she knows what we feel
Her captive audience, openly ogling a mermaid queen
Oblivious of the rest of Earth
As I look longingly, I can see that beneath this facade of grace
Lives a fearful child timidly walking through a world of snares
She has been told, I am sure, of all the promises and the joys, of all the pleasures of the flesh, of all the goods her beauty can secure
I wonder if she has been told of all the troubles on her path, the disgrace, abuses, diseases and death?
All kinds of risks that the pleasures can bring?
I have seen this sunrise before, rising proudly to a bleak sunset
I have seen this sunrise before, I hope she walks a different path.
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