PAD Challenge Day 9: she was born with it

 

PAD Challenge Day 9: Write an ekphrastic poem. 

 

she was born with it

look at those bright chocolate diamond eyes full of passion and mystery cradling joy you can’t hear

through her circle face you can almost see her heart taste the happy of her happiness feel the warmth created from her midnight fleece hoodie and dark brown medium curls  look at her glow all smiles ivory gap-teeth Africa’s beauty mark wide awake kissing and telling the luck and wealth behind her inheritance

 

D’ElegantOne

Self Portrait by Melchiade Domond   

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