The Shy Girl - Poem by Richard Keller
Are you really unfeeling Stone
Held by time, your posture froze?
You just wait in your bashful pose
Is there no soul, no blood, nor bone?
Waiting to open the gates of dawn
Standing shy through the day.
Casting a moving shadow on the way
Blindly staring across the lawn.
The snow covers you in virgin white
Washed gently in the morning dew
Dried as the skies turn blue
Glittering in the sun's bright light.
Coy lady made of marble stone
Could you shed a single tear
Could you take fright, love or fear
Standing on your plinth alone?
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