Demure
She sits
None of the hair frayed
Flashs of colour
peeks through
The prim dull greys
The naughty and wild
Securely hidden
Reigning in the crave
What the cloths hide
what lies in the mind
The eyes betrays
#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 308, 2/21/23
My Tales Within 
Nicely done
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome
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Yes, they sure do!
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Isn’t it? 😁
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That was great! There are definitely secrets hidden within her.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Yes, unfathomable and deep secrets
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You have woven a textured character study of this young woman.
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Yes. Thanks
Aren’t we all textured. Layered?
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You’re welcome. I would hope we are, but how do we put it into words?
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Maybe the words would come. It may not rhyme. But then it wasn’t ever meant to be
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This is great micro poetry. I think you captured so much in so few words.
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Thanks Colleen. 🙏🙏🙏
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Yes, you got it right, the eyes tell the truth!
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