"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful."
The way her small smile extends;
the brim of her hat protecting,
capturing its radiance.
Her cheeks, flushed a deep red,
darkened only by the shadows,
of the worn, woven straw.
Her eyes, a dark, vibrant brown,
dancing with soft melodies,
as she hums with warm breath.
"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful",
he said,
"How interesting is that?"
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful."
The way her small smile extends;
the brim of her hat protecting,
capturing its radiance.
Her cheeks, flushed a deep red,
darkened only by the shadows,
of the worn, woven straw.
Her eyes, a dark, vibrant brown,
dancing with soft melodies,
as she hums with warm breath.
"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful",
he said,
"How interesting is that?"
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