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Jan 7
I see your golden gown,
forming second skin,
demanding,
enslavement to its master;

I see your bejeweled crown,
displaying majestic sheen,
commanding,
thousand eyes from your suitors;

But do I see you naked down,
draped only in sunshine,
acknowledging,
the modesty of your creator?
Written by
Alok K Panda  29/M/AP, India.
(29/M/AP, India.)   
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