unfurling herself like a white lily
and painted herself on my soul
Her eyes twinkled through the morning mist
The dew adorned her neck like pearls
The september winds lifted her hair, and butterflies kissed
her cheeks that turned wild roses green
She sang, and tulips danced
the rivers bubbled and gurgled
the sun warmed the grass
and embraced the land with beauty
The fair lady sprouted wings and flew away
to mystical lands that promised much
she turned around one last time and smiled
It cracked my golden sphere, and out flew a white pigeon
2 comments:
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Also, keep writing!!
P.S.: Do you write these poems yourself??
Superb piece, esp the bit in the end was very orignal.
The imagery is beautiful 'nd the whole poem sort of unfurled in my head pretty well!:P
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