Sylvia Thomas

Rookie (Los Angeles)

Manipulated Puppet - Poem by Sylvia Thomas

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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  • Lilian Chromious Eveson (1/16/2012 5:31:00 AM)

    Nicely written, hats off for you! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 7, 2010


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