She...
Black locks, like vines,
Hang beside her face,
Brushing dimpled cheeks.
Eyes brown shine
Speckled with green.
Cherry lips curve
Into mischief and smile,
Garlanded by lines
Of laughs that melt
My brittle heart.
© Artisancta
Hang beside her face,
Brushing dimpled cheeks.
Eyes brown shine
Speckled with green.
Cherry lips curve
Into mischief and smile,
Garlanded by lines
Of laughs that melt
My brittle heart.
© Artisancta
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