Manipulated Puppet Poem by Sylvia Thomas
Manipulated Puppet
In her eyes,
the reflection of the world,
the innocence of a child,
the seed of beauty.
In her hands,
the touch of grace,
the flame of majesty,
the strength of kindness.
But within that perfect vase,
there's not a flower,
not a soul,
nothing.
She dances with much grace,
but her heart is not moving,
she can neither weep nor smile,
becase she's just an empty shell.
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4/26/2024 10:28:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely written, hats off for you!