I was sitting under a tree
Leaves bright yellow,
For it was autumn
Birds chirping,
Humming sweetly
When a girl came
Oh her hair!
Wavy and blonde
Her eyes, like blue sapphire
We chatted for hours
Under the golden rays of noon
And silver rays of moon
Time passed
And we chatted
Oh how we danced
Danced to the tunes
Danced the night away
Till the morning sun
Washed its rays upon us
Oh she was
A true beauty
inside her was a soul so sweet
Like honey and a song bird's tweet
Outside she was too
Her wavy blonde hair
Her sapphire blue eyes
Her curled black lashes
Oh! What a beauty I witnessed
Forever it may be
Embedded in my heart
the eyes of her,
Like Blue Sapphire
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A Bouquet Of Golden Roses
PoetryA Bouquet of Golden Roses is my first collection of poems. At first the name "A Bouquet of Golden Roses" might sound weird as a title but it is symbolic. A Bouquet represents Collection and Golden Roses means the poems. Some poems of the collection...
