A Modern AntiqueA Poem by HopeAntique hands and painted nails; In empty eyes the soul is veiled. Delicate lace and a porcelain face; Such innocence lying senseless- It's unable to avail.
Artistic style of wooden frame; A face reflected that will remain. Distinctive features not yet agreed; But, in being idle there is only self to blame.
Faithful ticks and cuckoo birds remind our memories of what we've heard. Neglect negativities of the past and move on forward to your future unblurred. © 2011 Hope |
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Added on March 13, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorHopeSomewhere MagnificentAboutMy name is Hope. Music and poetry have been my life since before I can remember. I can't tell you who I am, but I can only show you. What I can tell you is who I believe in. I believe that Jesus .. more..Writing
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