She often times felt like a Myth
A fabulous beast from a fable
A beast with beauty
A peacock's train
Something marvellous and otherworldly
A mythological story
A Character from an Epic
A legend in the wind
Sprinkled fairytales drifting with the gentlest of winds
Dotted on a page
Eloquence and capriciousness written with an ink
Glittering gold
Her soul -- shimmering
A body of liquid gold
Into which I sink my hands
Sparkling vibrancy -- traveling
My veins, full
Pumping my heart:
Pumping, pumping, pumping.
A candle burning without a bulbous glow -- unmatched by any
Of another kind.
She was wildfire. Wild. Wild. Wild.
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
