Linha De Beliza

So pretty dressed in blue.
Your age, your stature.
You stand proud, determined,
Statue like, far from a quiet  figurine…
You may have yet to see your finest hour!
Many stopped in their tracks,
Pictures taken,you always oblige,
You pose with young and old alike.
Trains hurry as people scurry,
Little worry, less hurried, nothing  phases you.
From tip to toe you gaze,
Looking from your tiled facade,

Classic looks, so much poise, so much grace.
No one escapes!You’re static, you always amaze.
Endless ear to ear, throngs, abound,gather…