What is a woman's shoulder to portray?
Hills of silky brown - soft-forming waves
Her skin smells as fields of open flowers
Growing in magnificence by the hour
Hair flows over as curtains of secrets
Hiding places one has not been yet
Molded with strength by all her tears
The curves they grace in every year
And fools are only entranced by adoration
Not knowing beauty is strength of all creation
Forming roads to places eyes truly crave
That causes one to plead for another day
~A Place Where Artists Go~
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