A Water Drop on a Peacock Feather
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Esthetics lacking hair are bound to fade.
They last less long than orange sunsets on
A tropical horizon. Such are swayed
To nothingness in minutes like a dawn
That comes with clouds. Yet even if the sky
Retained its rose quartz pink, we soon would look
Away to see blond hair above an eye
Of sapphire clarity, a blue that shook
The core of Adam’s hairy torso. Hair
Combined with eyes is loveliness that stows
Beyond the sight of suns. It makes us stare.
It takes us back to where the first light rose.
..Pure marble with carved curls is almost right
….But lacking truthful hair is far too white.
~ Phillip Whidden