Small falling droplets of water
Kissing my body top to bottom
In a tickling way they litter
All my artificial beauty
Making my appearance dull.
The shiny linear to the shade
That's green are fading, straightening my curl.
The powder mixed with pink and plum
Has got darkened and the colour of the glossy lips
Got bleached away, such I am ugly
As a witch dying in the hero's grip.
All artificial beauty is in vain
Because simplicity wins time and again.
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Let the words flow
General FictionYour words. My words. Together let's, Let them flow. ---- A succession of poems, one liners, letters, blurbs, articles and what not. ---- #LetTheWordsFlow #176 in General Fiction! (As of 5th May 2016)
