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[kazza_baby]

Clean, serene, polished.

She embodied perfection.

Too perfect, perhaps, to be touched by anyone.

Admired, loved.

Though she felt seemingly unloved.

Inside.. the reverse of what appeared on the surface.

Shattered.

Broken, even.

A mess.

A past, so well hidden, that it only came about after her demise.

Dirtied.

Here, yet in an instant gone.

Vanished.

Are we still to flourish?

Or should we crumble with her –

destroyed by the mess she’s left behind.

 

[yakksoho]

Dear I love your icon so much
Thank you for sharing the poem
I love these 3 lines the best

Vanished.

Are we still to flourish?

Or should we crumble with her

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

^^ those 3 stuck out for me too, loved the power you gave the words by putting them out by themselves with big spacing.

 

[cherub]

this reminds me of so many people,,, so clean on the outside and a mess inside,,, great works.. this is definately a work of art... great job!

 

[kazza_baby]

Thanks a lot for your comments. .