Tied Bows
By: M. MacMinn
She walks in smooth and casual strokes
her beauty slicing the air
she seems like a dream, dancing through tied bows
that hidden child that knows too much
to let her sadness show
When time has come to cast away
the age old beauty's grown
more days have come and light has dawned
shouting days to weeks to months to years
in decades, and centuries collapse
Rebirth, awake and lapse
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