Sleeping Beauty
Each day it is a new gift
waiting to be opened.
Boxed, neatly ready
for the kiss, it waits
patiently behind beauty's
entangled brambles,
sleeping with parted lips.
A cunning disguise.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Monday Poem: Sleeping Beauty
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