Nude Beauty - Poem by Lance Carthen
She kisses the wind in a cemetery.
So deranged but such a beauty.
Carving her skin with broken glass.
Sprawled out naked on fresh, green grass.
Silence is her best friend.
Seems the voices must have their say.
Nude beauty in the cemetery...
On a bright and sunny day.
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