Fall in Love
There she was
The beauty without any thing to
Blemish her real shape
No lipsticks
No mascara
No clothes or handbags
Or fragrance to decorate her.
Only her,
Displaying her real shape,
Enchanting curves
Delicate slim features
With no guilt or complexity.
With no pretension
No pump or show
There she is
The grand display
Of the essence of nature’s artwork
Everywhere
On the horizon
Across the forest and parks
In the fall of love.
((*.*))
December 18, 2000 |