TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART

Pure Allure

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Look into my eyes

that tell no lies,

do they not hypnotize?

And my swirling

coat of curls,

is that not your unfurling?

Simple and pure,

though quite demure

I am full of allure.

And although

pink of ear,

pink of nose and

pink of horn,

 I’m yellow-tagged

and thus

uncharacteristically,

undeniably,

 positively

forlorn.

2 responses

  1. Genie

    Complex poem. Says a lot. Compassion and sorrow and subtle humour.

    Like

    May 18, 2013 at 6:22 PM

    • Thanks so much, Genie, for your comment and thoughts. Glad you got what I was trying to convey.

      Like

      May 20, 2013 at 10:43 AM

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