The barenaked lady
Hides the pearl in her hand
From the eyes of the craving
Those that will not understand
The barenaked lady
Knows the emtyness of greed
The violence of the blinded
How the inncocent will bleed
The barenaked lady
I know but will never tell
How it was gently grown
Inside the ladies sacred shell
Daily Prompt Challenge:
Treasure
A nice poem.
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Nicely written!
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