They stole your dreams
While you were young.
And plundered, lay a waste.
For they cannot see your beauty
With unobserving eyes.
But spirit they could not take,
Nor of mind a captive make,
For you are smiling still-
And you do not believe their lies.
YOU ARE READING
Fragmentary Portraits
Poetrypoetry collection. a look into the window of other souls.
