Thursday, 3 May 2012

Poetry: Forever young

Forever young
Is my pretty earth

She needs no mirror
She needs no comb

Forget the

And the shine of
The wig

No husband has
Complained to her

She has no
Ears for the media

Without a purse
She is always

Nobody has
Robbed her

She always sits
Like a lady

From a palace of

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