Beauty perched on her face
There were no dyes or wrinkles
That she could clench
Tame talons found her dimples
Light sung of her presence
Among dirty and discarded ones
How she was within us
There is no contrast of
“Us and them”
When she lives within
Us and them
There is only...
Our body
Bones blood
And sunny
Wicked spirit skin
Image source: https://unsplash.com/@bonteque
Beautifully written that's the best !
,Such a striking image...I couldn't pass her by. Thanks for posting😀
I think finding the right image is the biggest surprise for me. The photographer has to have some universal standard of beauty to make something for the future.