The Beauty Between Surface Words - Create WOW Competition Entry - Poetry

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She came to expect bemused stares, penetrating, judgmental, of her ever eccentric ecosystem.  Existing, breathing, dancing, dreaming, in the words she didn't say, cosmetic language seemed so sure, gaudy and perfectly applied.  Illegible secrets and whispers, painted an image, of her face.

But she never wore any lipstick, inside her beautiful dreamscape.  Here when she spoke, her lips were nude and her soul was bare, a bonsai garden, where her thoughts and ideas floated with cherry blossom.  Her moods collected in pools, below bamboo waterfalls, meditative, inside their misty music.

Outside her life, she was a visitor, stranger to make-up and words.  She would not dance as a geisha for wonderment disguised as pity.  Stumbled sentances just did not fit, into a glossy world of shine.

Only intuition could feel her crystal innocence, washed in moonlight, pure.  She wrapped her insight in naivety, hid her soul behind dettachment and lived among the stares.  Surviving and searching, for hidden beauty, in a world of lipstick lies and surface words.

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