Pew Sin Poem by Monarchist Oleg
Pew Sin
A girl sits at the corner of my eye
Holding her face in her hands
Gazing strongly at the priest
Her hair trapped in a knot at the top of her head
Piercings dot the edges of her ear
A strip of dark hair escapes her temple
Yet never finds her ear lobe
Feet softly placed on the footrest
Untainted by artificial polish or blemish
Something glittery circles her finger
The corner of my eye catches her leaving
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5/6/2024 8:04:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very detailed portrayal of a girl just sitting there. You are very observant, a good quality to have as a poet. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn