the joke...
rounded - perfected -
a shimmer in shape -
a glimmer - a princess -
asleep or awake...
eyes - softy calling -
come hither - enfold-
priceless - a diamond -
so easy to hold...
they gather together -
fighting to win -
only the present -
a time to begin...
the glamour - the glitter -
catches a smile -
they dance in the aura -
and stay for a while...
then skin loses smoothness -
the eyes sparkle less -
the firmness reduces -
and in comes the stress...
the contents - grows stronger -
the package gets thin -
the mind gathers beauty -
the sparkle's within...
they look through you vaguely -
when passing you by -
no longing or interest -
or even a sigh...
Joy Weare,
5th November, 2009.
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