The Price of Beauty
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
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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