Living Statue Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Living Statue
Her hair tangles in the wind,
Bodies hurl themselves at her feet, behold a Queen held high. A goddess.
The sun drowned in her smile,
welcoming the coming of her steps. A huntress vanishing into a corner of thought.
Her hair flies free, thankful with each step.
A celebration of the strands of hair that drop across her brow.
I gazed from a far, not realizing that I've lived my dream
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