Sleeping beauty
Those two words define you
You better do something quick
For beauty as poets know
Is but ephemeral
Soon it will be too late
For a Prince Charming
To approach the pedestal couch
Where you rest untouched
Unloved, unconscious,
Forgotten to all
The only breath accompanying
The beat of your heart
Is yours , for guess what
Prince Charming is somewhat
Out of fashion as well as white horse
Beauty is fading
And your conversation lacking
Silence is stretching
Where is the attraction ?
Open your eyes before
Your couch becomes
Your tomb.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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