My Placid Visage

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The wind is wild, a bit atrocious

Breathing heavy on my placid visage

Struggling hard to graze my calmness

With its indurated puffs and pillage.

 

My frantic curls spin with the surge

Insolently besmirch my gravitas

Snubbing my plea to remain servile

Smudge fiercely my dark kohled eyelashes.

 

My smoky eyes ignore the insensitive blitz

Pivot tacitly on jollities of life

Angst and displeasure melt away silently

Spilling ataraxy on my bijou skiff.