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Tarnished Treasures
vertebrae
slowly turning
to dust
pleasure
stripped
to dying lust
eyes now opaque
dull butterfly wings
shrivelling
to dryness
an unsightly crust
mind's treasures
tarnished
to mere no-things ...
where
is the lustre
of queens and of kings?
slipping
away
in faded jeans ...
myra
In truth, age is an insult to the beauty we carry inside of each & every one of us in spite of the tarnish & the dust.
Beautiful!
Amy Riberdy
Gentle is the night♥