Aphrodite’s Victory

The sea and foam,
they touch her feet,
she calls to them,
her deity love

She breathes in once,
to smell the world,
of salt mist and,
of putrid air

She stands on shell,
mother of pearl,
spray of few shards,
they pierce her feet.

Alas, she was born,
from an evil act,
still she gave Rome,
their founding fame.
~AJ

Happy Birthday to the one who thrived even when all else failed.

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