She had led him to certainty.
Her strange mysterious way,
practised upon his mind.
Never more than a canvas,
Painted from a living, breathing women.
Her difficulty presented itself.
He had inscribed upon her despite the picture itself.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
