this thing is very pretty.
it does not say much,
its cheeks are pale over
and beneath blossomed with crimson.
it has 2 light eyes
of greeness which
move softly over the nose
and lips–2 florid strips of pinking.
its hair is spun of evening sunlight,
red hushed and riven with ray.
this thing is rare
and beautiful
and lovely beyond lovely.
this thing is a girl,
she says
her name.
her eyes move softly,
and her cheeks shine as blood with snow.
few things have ever been so perfect,
few things have ever been so girl.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
this thing is very pretty.
it does not say much,
its cheeks are pale over
and beneath blossomed with crimson.
it has 2 light eyes
of greeness which
move softly over the nose
and lips–2 florid strips of pinking.
its hair is spun of evening sunlight,
red hushed and riven with ray.
this thing is rare
and beautiful
and lovely beyond lovely.
this thing is a girl,
she says
her name.
her eyes move softly,
and her cheeks shine as blood with snow.
few things have ever been so perfect,
few things have ever been so girl.
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