March 13/10 @ 12:14am


Beautiful

Scented perfume fills the air.
She steps out of the car,
radiant.
Her dress flows about her,
her hair piled high stylishly.
Eyes played up and
ears adorned with jewels,
she walks confidently.

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Yet in the morning,
straight out of bed,
she is more beautiful than
the night before.

Stripped of her jewellry and
make-up,
clouded with natural smells,
she awakens and smiles for
her lover:

Beautiful.



Poetry by strangelady13
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Written on 2010-03-14 at 07:45

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mark nwagwu
yes, couldn't agree with you more - the beauty of the morning is really special, no reflection of the jewelery and all that make-up of the night before. Yes, beauty belongs to the morning purity of the soul. I loved this a lot.
2010-03-14