strands of golden light
were woven delicately
into the braids of her hair
making her shine brighter
than the sun
-ken m
YOU ARE READING
my own god
Poetry"when your soul leaves your body write my name in the stars so I know you're out there waiting for me" pretty words that need their sanctuary 6/21/19
apollo
strands of golden light
were woven delicately
into the braids of her hair
making her shine brighter
than the sun
-ken m
