Trembling (at times) I wait
Pent up passion
behind a golden gate
The sifter begins its' dissection
through the use of a mirror-named Truth
The revelations are the pathway to perfection
An accustomed sting
paired with pieces of hope
They sing, dance, and prance
unaware of their joke
All the while refinement rants
Aching (at times) I wait
Rippling emotions yield maladaptive ponder
Glimpses of false beauty-introduced
Unguarded desires-beware-the heart will grow fonder!
But...this magnet is rare!
Reality settles...unrefused
Content (for now) I wait
~Rachel L. Ritsema
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