Daddy Bear Posted April 17, 2008 Share Posted April 17, 2008 She stands in a forsaken temple, With patient gaze and features gentle; Each day her bronze a whisper lighter, As witnessed by a single spider That to this apparition clings On filaments that bridge her wings. All things decline, said Rome's great poet; Her home the sky, as Earth below it, Grow dim as lights impact the sea - Stars raining from their canopy; Deprived of her most perfect grace, Which held them in their honored place. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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