Demure (Ottava Rima Poem)
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Cynthia Buhain-baello
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Something about her can simply appeal
That silent magical attractiveness,
An inner soft glow one can surely feel
Like a hushed breath of wind in gentleness.
Natural woman, no pretense, so real-
Demure and shy, she leaves one speechless,
Lovely eyes speak waves of serenity
Our world lost the essence of such beauty.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.23.14
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