For Bella...

“Beauty is fleeting,” – they venture, and smirk, -
“Even the Goddesses die…”
  Little they know of elegance, mirth,
  Left in the rut, in the cogwheels immersed,
  Acting, but empty inside…

  Beauty is endless and timeless, and “cool” –
  Etching its way into life….
  Legends and poets and troubadours rule,
  Laughter  - the remedy, medicine, fuel,
  Art – is the balm and the knife.

  Beautiful, elegant…Singer and Queen,
  Entering future and past,
  Lightly she steps, in her wake are the dreams:
  Little and big, of adventure and freedom -
  Actually coming to pass…

  Jan 28th, 2014


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