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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Skindeep

Underneath the silken layers,
sans the make-up and the hair-do,
without the dash of code red lipstick
and perfectly lined eyes,
beyond the glowing radiant skin,
your soul painted in perfection.
So come to me, as you are,
minus all these masks.
You, with all your scars and flaws,
pure, authentic and real,
glowing from somewhere deep inside.
And I shall love you sweetheart,
with all my heart,
for how you are made up.


Linking with Friday Fictioneers


PHOTO PROMPT COURTESY Ronda del Boccio
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗

4 comments:

  1. I'm sorry, I'm not making any connection between the photo and your poem. Maybe I'm a little dense :)

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    1. My thoughts didn't resonate... I had some different view of the picture in my mind. No issues.. Next time maybe
      God bless 🙏 🙏 🙏

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  2. This is truly lovely but I, too, am trying to find the link to the photo - we like when it is outside of the box but it shouldn't be in another room ;-)

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    1. My thoughts didn't resonate... I had some different view of the picture in my mind. No issues.. Next time maybe
      God bless 🙏 🙏 🙏

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