youth in the blush of rouge,
a flower to match the beauties she holds
she shines bright against the everyday bustle
who hide behind parasols
lest they be freckled;
more concerned with fashion
than the joy of red cheeks
which she personifies with ease
taking in the warmth of sun,
she sells flowers not for sparkle of gold
but to spread a little color
in a monochrome world.
A contest entry
- Who Is She? by UnbreakableSoul.
500 points, ended October 25, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Aww..this is beautifully written and I enjoyed reading this.
Thank you so much iamlost and good luck to you!
Geneva -
This poem is truly good!





