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She Poses

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

She poses for a silhouette

Alas but not a daguerreotype

A heart beset, a soul too ripe

Her palette dabbed with shades of mirth

Her spirit too alive to tame

A tint of earth, a spark of flame

A pool of azure for her eyes

Her lips the rose of cabernet

Her hair flying on ebon spray.

 
 
 

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