She stared
At her masterpiece,
Her creation
Covered in
Cream veil
And Rosy
Feathers
Ready to
Be Wedded
On the
December
Days
Her Masterpiece
The neck
Brimming with
Shining chains
The hair
Glittering with
Rosy reins
Romanticizing
And fantasizing
On Glamorous Days,
the creation Stood……..
tilting
its face to
her says
admiring
its own
splendor,
it stood,
her creation
the masterpiece
waiting for
its owner,
the buyer
it stood,
waiting
to be wedded
on a December
eve, it stood
Her work done
The piece completed..
Admiring
Her Own creation,
The beautician
Said
“Wow you look great
Run to you your buyer”
Thus
It ran
To the buyer,
The beautician,
Left alone,
Pondering
Looking at the mirror
On her own
Reflection,
the ripened Cheeks,
wearied Eyes,
stretched lips
wondered, dreamt
yelled and prayed
for a buyer,
for knight in shining
armor to come
and ask for
her aging hands!!!
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Copyright 2011
the beauticion better start working on herself, I think. another great piece of poetry.