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Illusion

Terribly beauty...
Lovely face...
Breaking hearts...
No time to waste.

People are waiting.
People are waiting.

A fair complection.
Smooth, soft lips.
Gentle breathing,
Careful buffing.

People are waiting.
People are waiting.

A beautiful gown.
A delecate glove.
Curious whispers.
"Who's that?"
A new girl.

People are seeing.
People are seeing.

Dancing like flying.
Inaudible laughing.
Straight face.
Firm posture.
Perfect grace.

People are watching.
People are watching.

Catching the eyes,
That one new girl did,
Of every soul.
Of every breath.
New as she was,
she never once smiled.

People are bowing.
People are bowing.

Love of the beauty.
Love of the lovely.
Love of the paleness.
Love of the delicacy.

We never know why,
she was perfect.
she was strong.
willed and powerful,
she did nothing wrong.

She was the queen,
That new girl there.
Of every breath,
Of every soul.
Transfixed in perfection.
Transfixed in illusion.





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ezsmilesannemarie said...
Dec. 4, 2008 at 9:03 pm
I like this! It's pretty deep! =D
 
bookworm013 said...
Nov. 5, 2008 at 6:31 am
Perfection is a worthy goal, just don't expect to get there. Loved the poem!
 
artofthedeath said...
Oct. 26, 2008 at 3:48 am
that's really good. I understand the meaning... like, perfection is always what people strive for, and they bow down to it, and they want it... but perfection is always changing and it's not real... no one can be perfect... it's an illusion
 
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