~
thin strands
of grey
are all that’s left of
once thick curvy
locks of red
that fell smoothly
over
shoulders
and overturned
hearts
now warmed
by the beauty
she holds
within her own
~
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~
thin strands
of grey
are all that’s left of
once thick curvy
locks of red
that fell smoothly
over
shoulders
and overturned
hearts
now warmed
by the beauty
she holds
within her own
~
one shot wednesday
write, post, link up
The Beautiful Due
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Simple but elegant statement on aging. :)
Dear Nance MarieVery beautiful… I enjoyed it very much… Thanks for sharing…ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah ShivayaTwitter: @VerseEveryDayBlog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
Eloquent lines… graceful description of aging. Thanks. Enjoyed your poem.
You said so much in just a few words, not an easy thing to do and communicate so beautifully.I always feel that gray is earned and should be worn as a crown of achievemrnt…but of course I never had… once thick curvylocks of redthat fell smoothlyovershouldersIt sounds beautiful and I'll bet that sometimes you still see it in the mirror…Thanks for the image, I love it.
She smiles to considerthe longing of heartsoverturned,memories like kindling.Nice one, Nancy.
simple yet deep – lovely write!
oh how age takes us all….grat write and cheers for linking with osw…pete
did you say RED !!
beautiful poem on aging .. with grace!
yes … once
:). I think it must be a beautiful crown of glory. You shine.