Jan 16, 2020
1 min read
Of Beauty
Beauty a fool’s paradise,
Which time eradicates lovingly.
The perfect platonic eyes,
that may mesmerize.
The rosy pink lips,
With perfect fingertips.
Those black vines,
hanging from heaven’s pride.
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