Tuesday, June 3, 2014

a bit of faith

It is the first puffs of air one notices
walking through a room
a wild rush of scented flowers
It sits winking in the mirrors
when one takes their last glance
It is poised between two heels
on a stage where millions take the stand
It bends with the road, and gives without
flying too high
or sinking so low
It keeps ones head and slides onward
with every passing moment
sometimes it is hard to pin down
sometimes it goes into hiding
and once its found, it is never again lost
it is crowned with jewels,
lady confidence.

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