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Beauty stolen by age
Like A rose robbed off fragrance
I'm A beauty Seen only by A Stolen glance
My faces' glitter lessens daily
For I'm held like a convict within agings' cell.
My curves been the road most traveled
Now awake my travellers on parallel lanes...
I'm A beauty Seen only by A Stolen glance
My faces' glitter lessens daily
For I'm held like a convict within agings' cell.
My curves been the road most traveled
Now awake my travellers on parallel lanes...
Published 6th Jun 2015
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6th Jun 2015 5:09pm
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11th Jun 2015 5:47pm
This is beauty in its purest form & definitely understood. Lovely job honey
30th Jul 2015 6:34pm
A brilliant pleading for the never fading internal beauty of poetry. Marvellous!
