She strolls along the boulevard,
her onlooking admirers many.
Her beauty unparalleled,
none can resist her.
Unknown to her admirers,
She cares not for any of them.
She only cares for herself
and her captivating beauty
That keeps her in a prison
of self love.
That renders her unable
to ever know true love.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.
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