Beneath a canopy of golden strands,
A girl adorned with nature's demands.
Her hair, a cascade of sunlight spun,
Blonde curls dancing in the morning sun.
Green eyes, a meadow where dreams unfold,
Reflections of stories yet to be told.
A gaze that holds the secrets of the earth,
A symphony of colors, a vibrant hearth.
In the tapestry of twilight's hue,
She walks through fields, the evening dew.
Curls catching whispers of the fading day,
A serenade that twilight loves to play.
With laughter that echoes like a song,
Her spirit dances, vibrant and strong.
A melody that paints the skies so blue,
A testament to the joy she strews.
Amidst the garden of life's embrace,
Her presence is a gentle, blooming grace.
Petals unfurl in the morning light,
Mimicking the curls that frame her sight.
In the quiet moments of introspection,
Her green eyes hold a reflection,
Of meadows where wildflowers bloom,
And butterflies weave through nature's loom.
Through seasons that change and colors that blend,
Her essence, a constant, a cherished friend.
In the amber glow of autumn's sway,
She finds a rhythm in nature's ballet.
Winter frost may touch the land,
Yet in her warmth, it finds no stand.
Curls, like tendrils of a fireside's glow,
A beacon in the crisp, white snow.
Underneath the azure canvas of the day,
She wanders freely, a sunlit ballet.
Curls catching sunlight, a golden crown,
Green eyes mirroring the sky's renown.
With the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide,
Her presence, like waves, cannot be denied.
In the sea breeze, her laughter's carried,
A serenade to the waves she's married.
A portrait painted by the hands of time,
A girl with curls, a verse in rhyme.
Blonde tendrils framing a face so fair,
Green eyes that hold a universe to share.
And as the moon rises in the night,
Casting shadows in the soft moonlight,
Her curls, a cascade in silvery gleam,
A nocturnal dance, a starry dream.
In the symphony of life's grand design,
She's a melody, a seraphic sign.
Blonde curls, a crown of sunlight spun,
Green eyes, where the universe is begun.
STAI LEGGENDO
Random Poetry
PoesiaHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
