
decades
gone by
since a heartfelt smile
brushed
my lips
-lips that dress in the latest colors
-lips that smack of diplomacy
-lips bereft of joy
centuries
rolled by
since I tasted pure joy
a battered soul
in search of something
to enthral
-soul that was humiliated
-soul that was defeated
by the corrupt
Weekend Writing Prompt #113 – Enthral

Well done, Reena!
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You’re welcome!
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