𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲

The thought of your face walks with me on every road; The breeze of your hair binds the soul in what it knows. Though claimants condemn love with harsh rebuke, The beauty of your face is the proof our hearts invoke. Behold the apple of your chin—what tale it tells: A thousand Josephs lie in the well where my longing dwells. If I reach not the length of your flowing hair, Blame my short hand—and the fate I must bear. Tell the chamberlain of the royal private space: That recluse in dust is one honored by our grace. Watercolor painting on cotton paper 6260×8929 #1of1SZN

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1AzWYBz4j1MSmaVHW1Qva4xzTxG38gSQ5G

Token ID

4