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oh, heaven … the enigma of her face ... its melting mysteries and moody veneers - when shadowy and despondent like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach wild tresses framing it like a surf-swept seaweed sandy spindrift left tossed by her squall then … the haze lifts - irises - star sapphires, shimmering glistening like the wash of the Milky Way her smile blooms forth as a dazzling midday meadow splashed thick with bluebells and promise and all that manic magic ... cinematic surprises from there-to-here rages of rouge, bawdy blushes and pale complexions, pitiful the multitude of transitions and tones - all my undoing and all divine … oh heaven. ( this is a simple form I created called “Bookend Free Verse - I hope you enjoyed it )