poetry

Portrait

The fat lady sat

on her chair, the

wrinkles ran up

to her drooping

face.

 

She listened to

the click of her

Rings, and stretched

herself

to see something.

 

She sat back,

combed her hair

with a long nail.

 

 

 

 

PhilosopherPoet

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