She took her face
To the market place
And found therein,
Much wealth through sin.
She practiced love’s art.
And her heart,
Became as tin.
She took her face
To the market place
And found therein,
Much wealth through sin.
She practiced love’s art.
And her heart,
Became as tin.
Beautiful poem ❤
Thank you. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin