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May 2015
ago
my face was supple
as
a sundial peach
moss rose
in bloom
enveloped in solar rays
and water play
these stark days
multiple tubes
of rich creams
and  peachy mineral
powders
make it
to fake it
that  last wisp
of  tangible youth
clings to the  petals
with a slippery grip
the next bud  
ready to
to take it's place
oh to remain a dewy   beauty   in  the physical realm  of  being  for a few more days or even  decades before the  stark  reality of gravity and it's  cruel minions...
there will always be those fairer than thee.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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