Beauty Intense

A gush of wind kicks up her hair
Heads are turned as she glides on by
Beauty like this is reserved for but a chosen few
The wind has died down but she's still in flight
Gliding past us mere mortals
Who's eyes are blessed to catch a sight
Of Beauty Intense disappearing into the night.


Dean Jean-Pierre
7-19-97
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