(3.31) For Tirana Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline

Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!

(3.31) For Tirana

Rating: 2.7


Brass and crass,
But a sculpted beauty
Is how she is
When she comes to me

I’ve touched her in ways
That she’s never known
And when she plays
She’s a child ungrown

Toughness born of need
Covers a softer core
And there she finds
That she’s so much more

Something that she
Never thought could be
And inner beauty
Is at last set free

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Karl Stuart Kline

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Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!
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