Ageless Grace
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My eyes a reflection upon
the night, a still-life of
weft black white threads embroidered lace
of sketched jagged diamonds.
Drawn steadfastly upon my face
neatness and precision;
unturned yet quaintly ageless grace
as I breathe the new dawn.
8/23/2019
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1. The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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