Traveling life seeking the truth
She stands strong, unassailable like rain
Casting down into the torrent sea.
No movement seen when terror strikes,
For she endures even wars;
Cold as ice, nerves of steel,
None can conquer her –
A warrior.
Yet, fragile
As a
Vase.
A Mother by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse
Virtue begins with speech, Eager to be released; Swirling around the streets, Symphonies filled with peace. Every word extolled, Leaves
Twisted and tangled within your form Overlooked by many, No one sees your beauty lie Amongst the rocky crags of