“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
For Bella...
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2014
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