Classic Style

It had been moments, Almost too long  (note the ‘s’)

She had not noticed, The grin of pavement

The buoyancy, Of lighter feet

Or how, even?

But happiness, Has once again

Nested inside her.

 

Nothing changed, Except her

Again, nothing.

She had found peace, While searching

For remnants, Of fabric

Long gone vintage

Or rather, It had found her.

 

She discovered, her material

Made of the Highest quality

Built to be versatile, Multi-purpose

Was of a lasting worth,

Timeless

It exemplified class

 

 

It was the extract of survivor’s,

Not of a victim’s.

Learning to evolve

Learning to grow

Learning to be happy

Without sacrificing

Her authenticity

It was classic style-

her smile

And it lit up the world

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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8 comments

  1. VictoryInTrouble · July 5, 2016

    oh, I love this!
    “Learning to evolve

    Learning to grow

    Learning to be happy

    Without sacrificing

    Her authenticity”

    I think this is where we all want to be. Lovely thoughts. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. lyriquediscorde · July 6, 2016

    Love this one…love the line “The grin of pavement” and “She had found peace, While searching

    For remnants, Of fabric

    Long gone vintage

    Or rather, It had found her.”

    Liked by 1 person

  3. lamarrwenrich · July 11, 2016

    Happiness has once again nested inside her..
    Love that 😀
    Written beautifully

    Liked by 1 person

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