Beauty

Once I was whole

a smooth skinned beauty

standing tall

in a palace garden

celebrated,

admired,

seen

with awe.

Then came the war

that destroyed it all

and stole me away,

carried me far

but not as far 

as intended.

For then came the wave

that drowned me

and them,

broke me,

and them

and left me 

alone

down

below 

in that garden in the depth.

But I’m still beautiful

and still admired.

I have a home here

and now I give a home here

better than the garden of a palace.

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