I saw you,
vain, without even an
and pale lying by the sewage.
did you know you are
I carried you in my palms,
a motherless child.
I gave, hope l bestowed.
even though beauty lies in the eyes
the beholder, you were a goldmine
to be mined.
under the sun and
the rain, l toiled non-stop until
Angel in you bloomed like a full moon.
your eyes became wild,
your shoulders high, gliding in pride like the fallen Angel
And you elegantly, walked out the door,
leaving this gallery
a masterpiece, without even looking back.
left, hands mingled
with the highest bidder