Making Seen Beauty Heard
By Andrew Moravick
She stands alone as frigid snowflakes fall
While her eyes burn through the winter air.
Her body language sings an alluring call
And thus entranced and entrapped I stare.
It’s but a mere picture, lifeless and still,
Seen on a screen by all who wish to see,
Yet its infinite, even time can’t kill
The beauty beheld by the world and me
When we see her mysterious strong form
Captivating and exciting our eyes,
Showing us our souls, making cold hearts warm
With the truest beauty which in her lies.
Therefore I write so might I with a word
Use a word’s might to make seen beauty heard.
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