Her long, auburn hair
brushed against her back.
Her lashes lay graciously
so thick and black.
Her plump lips
so bright and blushful.
Her dress matches her skin
from the top to the ruffle.
There is no beauty
like what her soul doth pour
like an azure butterfly
ready to soar.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
Her long, auburn hair
brushed against her back.
Her lashes lay graciously
so thick and black.
Her plump lips
so bright and blushful.
Her dress matches her skin
from the top to the ruffle.
There is no beauty
like what her soul doth pour
like an azure butterfly
ready to soar.
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