Cynosure and More
She looked with her eyes,
crystal clear blue eyes,
with transparency,
surpassing a peaceful lake,
her golden locks,
framed her chiselled looks,
her flawless skin,
had remarkable sheen,
her body contours,
charmed all,
she was really a ,
terrific cynosure,
she had a problem,
of choice,
out of attentions,
that got her,
she finally chose one,
then the other,
then another,
then another,
and more,
it is indecent,
but true,
that same set of people,
who called her cynosure,
now called her whore.
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