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The Watcher

By , Park City, UT
She sits atop a tree
wings
sparkling in the light
Day in and out
destined
to sit,
wait,
and watch

Looking down upon
laughing children,
tinsel spread around
beautiful as she is
she is frozen forever
never to fly
or become something
real

Porcelain skin
begins to crack
Wings breaking open
stretching to the world
A face no longer cold and hard
but soft and perfect
as she rises
her feet pull free
from her chains

Beating wings
carry her up
higher to the sky
finally to rest
upon a soft puff
destined
to sit,
watch,
and protect.





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