Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress short poem

Photo by Leopold.Terence

With the essence of elegance,

And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance,

My mind knows there’s not a word in existence,

That could ever explain or express,

What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a mess,

As it’s with the sight inside this frame of a walking goddess,

I find myself lost in a world of her within a little black dress.

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