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Vanity.
What transient thing,
This beauty bright.
Which shines like gold,
In youth's early light.
How quickly it fades,
When years run their race.
And age will have tainted,
The fairest of face.
What transient thing,
This beauty bright.
Which shines like gold,
In youth's early light.
How quickly it fades,
When years run their race.
And age will have tainted,
The fairest of face.
oh yes...beauty definitely is
oh yes...beauty definitely is in the eye of the beholder, and too, comes from within and not without.
I love love love this write!!
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. thank you.
Good poetic flair.
Good poetic flair.
Thank you. :-)
Thank you. :-)