The beauty of woman kind

Devoted to my nan, for her 66th Birthday.

The beauty of women kind

The Subtle palm of a womens hand,

touching the forces of the earth,

like a liquid marble,

underneath the define rose bush.

A single thought of a beauty so powerful it can bring down an entire fleet.

Spiteful it may be,

but the sun will rise again, you'll see.

'Art thou my love by thy soul, thy oxygen of uncontrolling love, I portray a day of love beauty and gain'.

The End

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