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She sauntered up in style,
The someones held their breath.
All mortals met her eyes,
Bewitched by her intoxicating smile.
She oozed class and oomph,
Petite was the lass.
A flower in full bloom,
Time stuttered, into an impasse.
Her hash brown tresses,
Blew warmth into the wind.
Her life, without any braids,
A hundred dreams, she pinned.
She stopped at the edge,
A few hearts, fell of the ledge.
The silence roared with a zing,
This lady, a resplendent spring morning.
Her smile disarmed the men,
The ladies, green with envy.
She was someone, who everyone yenned,
Her heart, taken; she was not free.
In a moment, everything was blur,
She disappeared, before any purrs.
She slipped many a hearts away,
The coy dame, An Invader.
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P.S. This poem comes after 9 months of hibernation from the world of poetry.
An Invader
Reviewed by Vyankatesh
on
Saturday, September 09, 2017
Rating:
Reviewed by Vyankatesh
on
Saturday, September 09, 2017
Rating:
Beauty is something that we have to deal with... it's very special
ReplyDeleteA woman who knows she is beautiful....she seems to know her power.
ReplyDeleteThe coy dame oozing class and oomph ... I never quite trusted those women! Perhaps it was envy.
ReplyDeleteI can see where you are coming from, well penned and certainly a good read read. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteLovely read....and wonderfully penned. Nice to have you back....I too hibernated for 11 months.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
Beauty is a wonder
ReplyDeleteThe eternal male fantasy, it seems. (Smile.)
ReplyDeleteA few hearts, fell of the ledge Haha nice expression Nice poem oh The power of beauty
ReplyDeleteThe unreality of models confounds me as if the sight of them makes even the most hideous of fashions acceptable by the viewer being partially blind.
ReplyDeleteAh yes.. beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.. :)
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. thank you for sharing with us .
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