Waves
A hymn close to an aubade
The music of art it creates
It is her runaway place
Where all the waves lived
Where the sand is artfully traced
It is her hair dancing
As the waves go wild
With the waves it danced
It is her eyes as glistening as the marmoris
And as the sea meets the skies
Like a painting in canvas
The sceneries come in sight
With the sky and the sea
Colors were the word of her beauty
It is her
In the vastness of seas
It is her, the lady
With the long wavy brown hair
She is the sea
and she's exquisite—
as it is.
The Waves
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Written: January 24, 2024
— Inasmuch I wanna be rein for today.
reinexquisite soul in pages
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PoetryOne exquisite world she created for Rein's Good Souls. Rein, a poet of life sceneries in letters and in pages. She welcomes you in her soul through each piece, for she wants to share the word to give solace to all. With this book, she reminds you; i...
