Supreme Beauty


She's getting pushed,
And getting battered.
She's getting thrown
As she begins to shatter.

Broken in her thoughts,
All she's ever known.
But the bleeding sunset
Is sewn in her soul.

Wondering with her broken half
Down broken sidewalks
She is plagued with unspoken muddle.
But, all the years of hiding
Have concluded.

Her esteem is dreaming
Gazing at the clouds
Supreme Beauty has made it's appearence

Shy and self effacing
But slowly emerging
The mother of all allure sights.

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