Despair flows from the shutter of her soul,Vision cascading;
Gasps for commandment of her Esteem,
Her hands gracefully graple for endearment...
... The Rythm Mellows
She skirts over as water lilies,
Hips accentuating wrinkles in life,
Turning her head from Facades of Love,
... She Twirls!
Cries of contentment embark.
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