Working Girl

Working Girl

Where is the beauty in my life?
Is it as a mother, wife?
Is born upon my glands?
Or yielded from my own 2 hands?

I serve my goal, my prime desire
To free my muse of bold Star Fire
So hard to find, it burns my skin
But feeds my soul & dwells there in

Behind the pale of darkened glass
Dream cattle feed on molten grass
In the furnace of this world we find
Treasure of a different kind
Chris51

Working Girl

chris51

Sunbury, Australia

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What drives an artist? What cost will we pay? Where is beauty?

What a beautiful picture hud45 has given us. I just had to reply in verse.

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