My Belle

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She changes her hues
as frequently
as the moods
of a young city belle
From the blues
to the blacks
the scattered oranges
and the ochre streaks
to the sensual peaches
stolen from some
blushing cheeks
A pendent of gold
or a silver crescent
the gems of beyond
that shine brighter
than any of those
that could be owned
From a peaceful blue
to a thunderous dark
her expressions range
all the possible greys
She dances with the sea
flirts with the desert
and even caresses
the snow-capped peaks
her cloudy cloak
without a stitch
still holds
Her smile is sunshine
her tears of joy
my raindrops
and even
her sad smile

seems like

a rainbow to me.
—————————–
Vidur
20Aug2015

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Author: vidur sahdev

Living life...as it comes!

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