She, that is made of buttercream beauty
Blue eyes, envious... the sky
Limber she dances, through the calendar days
With a cat's curiosity
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A reoccuring theme with you dear poet... is your of love of family... I delight in your lines of beauty... really!
Buttercream beauty is made with great dignity despite of envoy of sky. She is blessed with charm and craziness. In life's roadways she will and she will outshine the sun. An excellent poem is very brilliantly penned.10