Siren's Shore

Poetry

The Few

The spirit of unconceived beauty roams Aimlessly through time, Swimming across minds of creators to Settle into pools of pregnant thought. Many of our human breed stroll by carelessly, Gazing once or twice out of curiosity. Some stride briskly forward never Once averting their heads. A very few take up an unspoken vigil.

Patiently, quietly, they wait…..

They will see……. Beauty born. ~ by Stephanie Urbina

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