why can’t this place be any better
looking from afar she’s a beauty
dressed in variations of blue and white
spinning in place like a ballerina
poised and full of grace
born into a seemingly endless era
she has lived and died countless times
only to return to confront the dangers
the natural order of things create
unconcerned with the scars modern
minds have fatally placed upon themselves
she feeds on mere mortal wounds
knowing time will heal all things
july two thousand fifteen
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I came back to read this again this morning. I really dig it
Thanks so much for returning to comment on this piece, Rose.