A shrine you can’t replace

Kana

Everyday she rose from grace
No peculiar ties withheld her from her strength
No disappearing smile when others turn away
For it stays gleaming when she thinks of the moment that stays dancing 
Her power to subdue the thoughts that prance about trying to pull her away 
For she is the bittersweet taste of wine on a Sunday evening
In my humble opinion she’s the rose that withheld her grace

  • Author: Kana (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2022 21:47
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 9
  • Users favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses, L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    may *She* forever, rise-up
    from her obstacles in life
    as-if gracefully, taking
    her next step
    of personal growth, and
    ascension of progress..
    (just another great write!
    to the right eyes
    these words you weaved
    can offer so much solace..
    thank you! for choosing to share, dear Poet)



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