50 - Abstract
Like an abstract painting, few could understand what she portrayed.
They all had their own interpretation, usually leaving her feeling dismayed.
If they could only look beyond the obvious, they would surely recognise,
The beauty of her features, see her soul reflected within her eyes.
** A/N - I have greatly enjoyed this collection and am a little sad that I have reached the end. This has been a true dedication to my love for words and I thank anyone who has taken the time to read any of my poems <3 **
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