The Statue
Silent as a prowling cat,
Yet still as a quiet house—
Its beauty shines bright,
While the white marble slowly cracks.
Each sharp point and soft curve,
Accentuates the aged angel—
No it does not breathe,
Nor does it move.
And yet it instills a sense of nostalgia,
The kind that every human can experience—
The moon or sun shines,
The sight breath-taking.
It has the strength of Hercules,
And the beauty of Helen—
Tell me why the coldness
Ruins it all?
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