Pure Beauty
Gazing admiringly upon her mesmerizing photo; lovely
Her spellbinding in beauty's enchanting, Gypsy Queen...
Never having truly been one whom delves into pictures
That they might take flight beyound, their still frames ?
Not amid this light surely these, her hues; quiet refrain
Poetics muse; etched of charcoals splendours a canvas
She as dark flowing hair cascading deep velvet streams
Bronzed perfection pondering her heart, and silhouette
Dreams brush black their white, blue; click, in sanguine.
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