Beauty Shines
Wind blows hair from eyes revealing
The sighs of her last lament,
Saying things they never meant.
Butterflys sore to bounce off the ceiling
Of her belly while retina meet,
Suddenly staring at her feet.
Beauty feels the awkwardness sliding,
Greeting the sun her eyes lift
To see his face had no time to shift.
Alrik Bursell
The sighs of her last lament,
Saying things they never meant.
Butterflys sore to bounce off the ceiling
Of her belly while retina meet,
Suddenly staring at her feet.
Beauty feels the awkwardness sliding,
Greeting the sun her eyes lift
To see his face had no time to shift.
Alrik Bursell
posted by Alrik B. at 11:31 PM
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This poem gets better every time.
Beauty shines in Alrik's heart and now it shines in mine.
Truly brillaint. It should have a warning telling readers to have a box of tissues ready, for they shall be shedding tears of joy and pain.
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