she lay there daintily poised in her slumber
oblivious and mystified
the sun shone lightly through the cracks in her shutter
her bedsheets an ivory mountainside
the sun rays creating a zebra crossing down her open palm
the room encased in a quiet, golden calm
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
of pretty girls and constellations
Поезіяa collection of poems about pretty girls and love and the stars and of all things beautiful
