ALONE SHE STANDS
In the shade of a leafy beech tree,
Shyly peering through lofty branches
As the breeze drifts across.
Immune to shivers in the cold,
Even though she wears such
A flimsy cloud of a dress,
And ambivalent of heatwaves.
With straight spine
She doesn't mind when birds land upon her
Or when children chase each other
Around her feet.
Her complexion is unblemished
And her thick mane of curls
Rolls down her shoulders freely
Yet she is stricken to the spot.
As far back as time,
She has stood in that same pose,
Lifeless, yet living in the past.
The touch of marble is exquisite and
Creamy as I smooth my fingers
Over her delicate skin.
Alone she stands,
Waiting for no-one.
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