Human Canvas

Drapes of the ever graceful figure

Flowing like a waterfall

Speaking in volume the world round her

Her grace and feminity

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Creases to give life

To the lifeless garment before its adornment

Making everything in its pure imperfection

What the world has and should be

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Makeup is but a delightful smear

Of the natural beauty of this world

A swath, a swish, a dabble

Enchanting the beauty so dear

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The colours of the heart adorn her soul

As they are intermittent with what she showcases

Spewing everything the very souls speaks of

In heart and dignity

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The print, the pattern

All but a final manifestation of personality

Fluttering and flitting around with every movement

Faster every minute and second of time

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The jewellery, the accessories

The adornments a very queen would show

To express her true heart and self

And what she holds dear

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The shoes- a sign of standing

The heights one would aspire to go

At what cost, what desire

Would on ever set their foot outside to be

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She is the human canvas, a plain yet striking thing

That the world and she has the ability to carve

A whole new plethora of life on one's shoulders

Moving closer to paradise and eternity.