Date At The Museum Poem by Anon Name Anon Name
Date At The Museum
I was alive and she was alive
Amid the tombstones and sarcophagi
The fossils and stone faces
The ancient manuscripts and relics
Wars won and wars lost
Generation after generation
And it occurred to me;
There is no city
There is no work of art
There is no masterpiece or symphony
As breathtaking and effortlessly captivating
As a beautiful woman
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A good start with a nice poem, Anon Name. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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In her presence other artifacts become trivial, so true.