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As I wonder if I can ever know Beauty, suddenly she comes knocking at my door

She is quiet and smooth

and she is in love with her sadness



And as she looks into my eyes, the fire starts to burn



And Beauty melts away

( I watch her dark intense features disappear)



Ashes



And as I look at the ashes I can still see her

and she speaks to me softly



" Beauty is when my face is lovely, even when it is covered with ashes"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one was a whim! MAYBE YES? MAYBE NO? I have been told by two people in my life never to throw something that I write away, because maybe if I don't like it, someone else will, or maybe it will spark a great new piece... ?? So, for now, this one stays.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 5:06am
©8 December 2001 - 2:45am — catclo15
9 November 2003 - 4:00pm — David Jones (not verified)
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This is a good poem. And said person is right, one should never throw away a poem. Not only because it might mean something to someone else, but also because at one point in your life you had these thoughts and at the time you deemed them worthy of writing down and expressing. Even things you do for no reason have meanings, or at least have something to look back on and feel comfortable. Like thinking of home when you're on a long trip. :)

28 March 2003 - 12:42am — poetvg
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i like this poem .

17 February 2002 - 8:43am — James Harvest (not verified)
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I am so in love with this poem!!!
And the line..."she is in love with her sadness" is awesome!

9 December 2001 - 2:45am — Tammy Squires (not verified)
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"she was in love with her sadness" i DIG that line.

9 December 2001 - 2:45am — Eric Duerr (not verified)
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whoever told you never to throw things away was a smart person...I definatly see good things in this!