Her eyes were not brown, they were golden. Worth millions, but she kept them too herself because she said that she would rather see the beauty than buy it.
Her hair was long, unwashed, natural. I asked her if she's done anything to her wavy locks and she said she is one of the earth, and that she doesn't change God's works.
Her skin was pure, never a drop of factory made beauty, her freckles were like stars scattered across her face. She was beautiful, God's art, a masterpiece.
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PoetryWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
