Beauty Can Be Deceiving
written by: Hanna Biali
A wild life she’d led,
not caring whom, what she hurt,
heartache, grief she spread.
A chance was given
to redeem herself, make good…..
if she only would.
A while she kept on
being the vile honey trap,
which was her Earth track.
A wrecker of dreams,
picture of beauty and grace,
she planted distress.
A moment appeared,
shadowy, whispy remains
of Earth disappeared.
A Soul, bared she was,
knew she had done much wrong,
would she now be strong?
She’s no longer lost,
having faced up to her sins,
she’s riding high winds!
I am a late bloomer, I only started to write at 81 years old, even though I was an avid reader all my life, mostly in English. German is my first language, English my second. The floodgates opened with animal's woes and joys, very dear to my heart, then turned to life in general. Basically I consider my poems, short stories and haikus snipets of all aspects of life, whether current, sci-fi or fantasy.
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