Aals

Beauty unseen by many

Clair de Lune

Class

Laughing lines

Gray curly hair

And fresh warm, wet brand new air

Bluest eyes

Greenest eyes

A dash of gold

Beauty taught in one life

Fantasy blues

Silver watches

And lavender skews

Her laugh is a muse

Northern heart

She is art.

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Born of angels

rapped in Charlie’s shingles 

hair of gold 

even Venus could not be so bold 

rather Psyche herself 

an Oak tree in health 

eyes deeper than hell itself 

majestic like a lion 

but brighter than Orion’s belt 

she brings herself to fly 

like a The Bali Bird of Paradise 

she arises 

a Phoenix in her ashes 

a nebula exploding 

her walk implodes

she is recherché.