Her peace
- Marta Reyes-Zamora
- Nov 21, 2024
- 1 min read
Her edges are curved.
Tulips are the pattern of her dress.
Her bottom curves out,
while the top is narrow.
She truly is a sight to see.
Yet such beauty has nothing within.
No mud soiling her from the inside.
No large, heavy rocks weighing her down.
No dirt decreasing her value.
No undeserving, invasive weed growing inside her.
Emptiness is all she sees.
Emptiness is all she needs.
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