Middle Aged

by The Human Mare

Her crown now of silvery floss amass

Reciting rainbows like holy stained glass.

Her bones cast spells with a dip of her hips

Her confidence emblazoned on her lips

The joy of becoming the remembrance of whom

the stars chorus the beat of her womb

This entry was posted in Human.

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