Saturday, November 28, 2015

Portrait of Beauty

She is a autumn dream
Rolling carelessly and free, 
On a rustic sea of gold and green, 
Barefaced and free, she wears those faded jeans,
A soulful stare, without a worry or care, 
Wind blown hair and weathered skin,
For her it’s not a sin,
She’s as natural as the earth and sea, 
She is free, my autumn dream.

By Lucius Wilson

Popular Books by Lucius Wilson

The Right to Kill
No Turning Back
The Red Helmet

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