Bleeding Beauty Poem by jonsie white

Bleeding Beauty

Rating: 4.5


Little girl, reaches slowly, but constant, to
catch a butterfly.
Gorgeous pattern of colors, fly
like a white angel in the dusk.
She must, hold on to beauty, for those
few seconds.
Her hand is bleeding, and stings,
for this angel had wings,
sharp as a razor blade.
All Beauty is Pain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Preston 20 April 2005

what an interesting idea. Nice one.

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