The moon shone like a loving kin,
The night, irked by my charcoal skin,
The trees wink with a sultry smirk
The wind stopped by to stand and lurk.
Pearls around my lovely neck,
They're stars hung near the new moon's breast,
A beauty by the coal black sky,
Dark beauty by the coal black sky.
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Perfect Imperfections
PoetryImperfections are beautiful. Absolutely magnificent. One of the many factors that make us humane and don't let anyone make you believe otherwise. These poems are for those people who have been feeling down about their imperfections. I just had to re...
