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her legs are
saplings
fresh in spring
she buds
and bears
a toughened
flower
white petals
like bells
peal down
her waist
a slipper
sheaths
a sword
her pointed foot
one arm raised
her eyes do follow
small black things
like grounded pepper
second arm stiff
but loose the same
clasps her side
and waits
beneath her feet
gears do stir
with gentle cuffs
they wake
memorized steps
to a wistful tune
her body turning
round a point
until the stage
closes in
bends her back
and lays her flat
here
she'll wait
for an encore
- by Roses Are Red x3 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/07/2011 |
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- Title: Music Box
- Artist: Roses Are Red x3
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Description:
A piece I wrote for creative writing class months ago. It will be submitted in the school magazine :)
(my shift button wasn't broken, there is nothing capitalized on purpose) - Date: 05/07/2011
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