She was like a porcelain doll.
Cold. Hard. But very pretty.
She was just sitting there
like a porcelain doll;
ready to be looked at.
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Shadowbox15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about a random lady I saw in the airplane I was riding.
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Thanks for sharing your "Up in the Air" experience SHADOW ! I have met some "Porcelain Ladies" in my time and some of them were as hard as they looked ! How we look does matter ~ because sometimes it reflects our psyche & attitude ! Loved the Poem ~ BRIAN
Thanks Shadow.
Awesome.
She must have been quite a beauty in the flesh this woman one of those types who is unforgettable.
Keep writing
FineB
Beautiful write
I guess ready to be gazed upon, but not engaging! Enjoyed reading your write! Your poem was definitely engaging!
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