In the Eyes of the Beholder

by NORHAN ZAHER

Place me
-a stone nymph-
upon the veins of marble

shocking, proud
and shameless

Myriads of scented candles
have a way of making
even a sin seem

sacred.

– I am no goddess –

—

yet he painted me
-a mixture of
sunshine, halo
and rosewater-

wingless.

and I wondered
how can he not distinguish
between

a fallen angel
and a fallen

soul.

merdivinity

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