BEAUTY
Sometimes you are a shower,
cooling the heart and pleasing the head.
Sometimes you are an enigma,
vexing the heart and puzzling the head.
And sometimes you are a dagger,
piercing the heart and slashing the head.
Beauty, am I to
smile, ...cry....or .....die?
(From Poems On Sentiments)
Sometimes you are a shower,
cooling the heart and pleasing the head.
Sometimes you are an enigma,
vexing the heart and puzzling the head.
And sometimes you are a dagger,
piercing the heart and slashing the head.
Beauty, am I to
smile, ...cry....or .....die?
(From Poems On Sentiments)
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