Ivory in her solitude,
pristine to peering eyes,
as perfect as her hair may lie
the lie is buried deep inside.
Ivory in her solitude,
pristine to peering eyes,
as perfect as her hair may lie
the lie is buried deep inside.
thank you ?
That last line was quite interesting..Really enjoyed this poem as well.
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Garry Rowlands
Sun 30th Apr 2017 07:46
Short but full of meaning.