Thursday, January 13, 2011

Poem On An Piece Of Art

She
Is anonymous.
Distant,
Silent,
Lost in a crowd.

She is like a boiling rock,
under the loud heat rays of the sun.
Strong,
Steady,
on the outside.
Insecure,
In hiding,
Inside.

What is she thinking right now?
People avoid her,
Or does she just avoid others herself.

She's so pale,
cold,
Where is she coming from?

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