Mariangel
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Her teeth white as milk and a complexion so fair, the spring sun does now tint her rich auburn hair; for now, the blush of youth ripens to a comely grace, as all Springtime’s pleasures she most willingly embrace, In the gladness of her face. Summer comes glad to stay, while she enjoys every hour reposing in her lovers bower; and while time slowly extends, in her beauty she finds content; for all that is lovely and fair, justly reflects what is there: fields of new-ripened corn, in the sunshine of her hair. It was on an Autumn day while she was looking away at russet leaves now falling, her latest young man’s love took up his clothes and left, leaving her for once bereft, in her porch softly crying, as he rode off on his horse. She combs her long dyed hair, as winter comes as a reminder of all that’s been left behind her; with no regretting or forgetting of her many handsome lovers; and while it may be just as well she has finally capped the well, sweet violets still grow around it. © D G Moody 2022
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