Athena

caught in a length
of silvery charm
moonlight looks over
and beyond me.

lost in the essence
with childlike grace
I dance though the
motions seem useless.

comparing myself to
that beautiful thing
which brightens the
world before me.

wonderful

how it feels

to be as a goddess.

by Stephanie Wood

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A simple thought of nothing and a lavished thought of everything... good work...