She knows the movements of
beauty......
She doesn't falter in it's
prescence.
She has stood firm ground,
To command it.
Yet,sadly in some ways,she
forgets her own...
The light hits her in the
most perfect way...
No matter where she stands.
Somehow, she is unaware of
her beauty.
How could she foresake that
which she sees every morn'?
How could it go unseen that
which could keep someone to
soaring...
Greater heights just knowing
her?
Even when the secret denies,
Itself...The truth is but a
whispered breath away on the
ear...
Or someone once said...
So,how could she not see?
Beauty she knows;Beauty she
dectects- Beauty she protects.
So...Why then,doesn't she....
Protect herself?
G.M.Key copyright 2003
***sidenote:In some parts of egypt it was rumored that pandora's
box was a mystery because it was a box entirely filled
with mirrors...Why else would someone fornm that it told
secrets,lies and chaos?Once the lid was lifted;what would
you see when forced to face yourself...?***