She Sleeps

She does not walk
But cuts a swathe
A fountain of beauty, for eyes to bathe

She does not talk
But sweetly sings
Each syllable softly rings


She does not cry
But weeps

She did not die

She sleeps.



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-10-13 at 22:39

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The last line is amazing. A very touching poem.
2015-10-15