Beauty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem was originally written in January 1, 2017, as a comment to a painting of a friend. The friend asked me to make a poem based on her painting. This is the poem.

The cover is a part of the friend's painting. Credits go to her:
http://samurai-kyoto.deviantart.com/art/20161119-174230-646755789

Submitted: June 22, 2017

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Beauty herself hath uncoiled her hair,
Hair so rare, only Beauty can bare.
For those who state that Beauty is kind,
I will say, they are logically blind.

She unleashes her hair in a chaotic typhoon,
making the people see their death too soon.
In minutes peace has been decimated very well,
by a woman who many thought could not rain Hell.

The clouds once blue are now picturesque and strange,
in tints of blue and red, what an absurdist change.
The hairs of Beauty are now curled red clouds,
within it has the souls that it deeply shrouds.

Beauty is beautiful, but it can also betray,
tricking to you that they are okay.
Be wary of the next gal that your feelings hath pour,
for in mere time, you might be done for.


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