Simplicity Poem by Dona Jean

Simplicity



Finery, dowry, money, gold;
To women they resembled,
Dark make-up, hair make over,
Worldly lures tame to never.

Cautious on flesh unworthy,
Each hidden simplicity,
To extraordinary;
The yonder one who happy.

A few are much confident,
Share graces and such talent
Simplicity do not sucks;
Pretenders left behind mocks.

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Dona Jean

Dona Jean

Silay City, Negros occidental
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