Her Nails

Her Nails 

Of all the nails.
Her fingernails
Are the loveliest,
Yet you regard it at the least.
Oval, pink, and neat;
In the heart; and great.
But they morph into something
You fear but should be bracing;
With no fear, raging sea, like peril,
When your force goes over the hill.

©Byung A. Fallgren

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