|Birds hung her heart
Author: tolerate PM
Now she's flying with the kites.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 112 - Published: 05-16-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2915122
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A fine, fair beauty was Madam Rose's past;
Singing tunes with the chirps of birds-
Now in that rocking chair holds the same beauty,
In which was not found in the mask but heart.
The grey-white hair once a deep, pretty black;
That old, broken voice once a sweet solemn tune-
Times may have walked by, bodies have aged;
But old Madam Rose's heart had no changes.
The selfless lady she once was; and the selfless madam she is.
To live, to sleep: the heart's feelings never dies.
Birds once sang with her- oh lucky beings indeed;
Now still in her life, by her window sill.