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Beauty like the Cat

January 27, 2024
By Anonymous

Promised spring— to fight the blooming flowers

Yearning beyond myself;

How cats flow,

I envy,

From step to step, fluidity vowed

to remain

Sleeping in muscles, dancing away on weightless feet


How I wish;

Flow and grace— “Appear!” I beg.

The cats, deaf, glide past,

Abhorred by some for their motion

Which the bones ache for


How lucky existing,

Even self-loathed; chilled still

That which kill

I wish to steal.


The author's comments:

I am Lily Rose, a 16 years old poet with a love for fluidity and grace. I have also written two novels, which remain unpublished, but forever stain my heart with words I hope people will someday read.


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