Like Mother, Like Daughter
Your hair
Is the envy of the autumn sun
It holds winter close
Your lonely eyes
Map the secrets of Venice
Behind a carnival mask
Your ears
Are vessels to your heart
Where armies invade
Your cheeks
Are like ocean tides
Shifting with the moon
Your lips
Are polished flowers
Sprouting from melted concrete
Your face is like my own
Too much so
Copyright © Bebe Marlini | Year Posted 2011
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