pageant, unmindful of the world around?
There is more to her life than parading
for gawkers, would you realize?
imitate her every move in vain.
There is something ethereal about her
yet a mere mortal that would wither with age.
the columns flood with her flaws.
But when she walks those majestic strides
pens bleed her glory and jaws just drop.
but rarely do they all really know her.
Unfazed, for she’ll stay anonymous
to the ignorant who care not for her.
though, her beauty not as apparent.
She doesn’t need the gloss and light
to shine, she has her beautiful mind.
both alike in many ways.
They stand you out in a crowd
and you stand out far away from them.