Beauty is what you're with no life.
You keep smiling at me with no intention to come alive.
I know you really want to say a word to me, but you're mute with a regretful heart , yet a smiling face.
Season comes and go, and you're still the way you are, lifeless with the will to speak, just to say a word...and i feel so bad for you dear statue.
Tis' same with humans when they are dead.
The body wants to say a word , being dead with with a smiling face.
oh! What a fate.
What then is the beauty and specialty of being a human, when one end up being a statue at last.
This i ask myself every night.
My Beautiful Statue
Psalmsofsam
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/25/2019
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Poem topics: fate, feel, heart, life, night, dear, human, Season, speak, body, beauty, face, statue, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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