a modern regal face
fresh from the dying past
drawn upon layers of asperities
quacky she dare not become
preying to your captive heart
winsome lips of cranberry
silver eyes burnt
with cognitive mischiefs
colored cheeks in crimson roses
pity your sacred heart
for it would fling
across the universe
merely to breath in
a bit of her everlasting beauty
Friday 5: fling, cranberry, winsome, prey, quacky
Everlasting Beauty
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these are words that I write. enjoy. 
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Oh Lissa, this is beautiful. Your words are so well placed that I can see her beauty easily. I think it is hard for women to see their own beauty sometimes. You've depicted a wonderful picture. Thanks for sharing such a lovely image. Have a nice day.
Beautiful - amazing how you did that with the word prompts. Beautiful!
lissa you are blossoming as a poet right before our eyes.. this is i do believe the very best poem i have ever read from you,,, and i am in awe of your command of the language in this piece... well done!!!!!
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“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.”
Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor, best known for his Meditations on Stoic philosophy, AD 121-180)