Poem 7 - Roadside Lass

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Her bronzed features , a mystical shade of gathering gloom

Slouched physique of hers , emanates melancholic subsistence

Chaotic hair of hers , a muddle of enigmatic black streaks .

Contoured mouth of hers , as though a whimsical fantasy

Yet , Razored words  spat - vicious and steely .

She - clothes worn , an exemplar of superannuated

Although , her accentuated frame - an epitome of elite .

Ever so often ,  does her bowed head resonates

As though a simple courtesy .








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