Kimberly Woodward

Rookie (Carmel, CA)

Stealing Beauty

Their eyes that were once soft blue pools of love,
Esteem and trust
Could land softly and float freely above;
Now they’re
Grey sharp rocks of flint, hoping to slice;
probing for weakness and fear,
Come closer people please draw near;
I need you to come near and whisper in thy ear;
Loving butterfly don’t fear to tread and land;

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