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NOT VIRGINIA PLAIN
by Paul Curtis Her hair was red Of russet tones Like autumn leaves Its cascading flow Framed her face And beauty shone forth Its skins purity, Rich as parchment, Soft as silk, Radiated her beauty Her hypnotic eyes Were startlingly blue, With gem stone clarity And held laughter in them Her nose was small, delicate Her lips were thin But a smile of sweet remembrance Constantly played about them I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |