Dressed in lavish lilac,
She strides in grace.
Waves of dark hair,
framing her Radiant face.
As she glides,
the soft breeze carries her essence
A delicate presence of jasmine and honey,
Enchanting the senses present
And a hint of vannila, lingers in the air
Hinting her likings,
of the sweet beyond compare
Her chocolate brown orbs,
they seem like stars that tinkle,
Deep pools of mystery,
Enchanting the souls drawn to her
Her wrists, tender as the morning dew
Are adorned with bangles in each,
They sing a different melody
Every time she breathes.
Her silver anklets chime,
With every step she takes
A rhythm of purity,
My heart, it shakes
Her wavy locks,
bounce playfull like a river,
Her serene eyes,
Holding secrets, wild and unclear
And as walks away, her spirit untamed
In her aura, i feel an ancient flame
She looks like a phoneix,
That rose anew.
From ashes of pain,
her strength grew
And so the grace in her steps,
That seems like a dance,
Isn't the only beauty perhaps...
Maybe perhaps,
Its the scars that she hides,
That makes me write
This word play.
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Self obsessed? yes...and rightfully so.
Also,
Love yourself
(Like me, lol)
YOU ARE READING
Words of Soul
PoetryStatus:- ongoing Description:- Everything I ever failed to express in words, Has now become poetry Waiting to be discovered and felt by everyone, It's a lost cause indeed....
