Shadow of the Butterfly Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 Porcelain ballerina, spinning in her music box Each pink ribbon molded into place, small smile fixed Dancing endlessly before a tiny mirror She looks beyond her reflection, into a little girl's room Her mistress is young as yet, ponies and lace Make-believe and princesses fill her mind Often imitating the dancer in her music box The little girl plays with her daily Porcelain ballerina, poised to spin Each pink ribbon molded into place, small smile fixed Coated in the dust of time She looks beyond her reflection, into a young woman's room Her mistress grows older, but is not yet grown Dark makeup, crying in the night Lace, yes, but black and ragged The young woman has forgotten her music box More content to dwell in the heavy beat of darker music Porcelain ballerina, boxed away and silent Each pink ribbon, molded into place, small smile fixed Waits in darkness through the passing years Porcelain ballerina, spinning in her music box Each pink ribbon fadded, but in place Dancing once more before a tiny mirror She looks beyond her reflection, into a little girl's room As her mistress tenderly strokes The golden coils of her child's hair Lace and ponies, this she awaits As the cycle continues once more
Chanz Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 beautifully composed! it's sweet, yet sharp.........
Peredhil Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 yeah... There is little new under the sun, and the ripples move constantly - but always downstream.
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