Friday, August 9, 2013

Headless Statue - a poem



From the ages past, now cemented to the entrance gate

What can you tell us of days gone by?

Oh, beautiful carved statue from antiquity

What would your gods say?

Tell us your secrets, draped so lovely in dress and filmy gauze

Princess or goddess?

Standing vigil daily at your gate

Headless, your secrets remain forever. . . .


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