Raven hair tucked back
No flyaway strands
Lips painted nude
Kohl-lined eyes
cheeks sun-kissed
bloom
And her dress
the fall
accentuated the highs
suppressed the lows
exuded confidence
discreet
Rain-drops on her lobes
sparkled, as she traipsed
the crescent moon winked
on her décolletage, as she sighed
Quiet contentment
sensuous
How could she be real?
They busied themselves to find the flaws
And when they failed
Disheartened –
they christened her
‘Witch’
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