Timeless Beauty
She sat in front of the worn out mirror
White wispy tendrils blowing across her face
A timeless beauty he said she was
She wondered and thought let me test
So she took out her faded bridal attire
Across her frail fame she pressed
Looked out of the tiny corner
He winked backed
She felt at rest
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2017
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