Her ebony locks cascaded
Gently down her shoulders
Weaved in with dandelions
And mallows lightly shaded
Her mauve eyes glittered
As the morning sun kissed
Her snowy white skin
As she playfully frittered
And on the lush grass she lay
The silver spider silk and
The emerald moss round her
Draped in the gold of sun-ray
But everyday she admired
The view of the changing blue sky
Longingly she stared for hours
Never growing bored or tired
She never knew what could
Be more beautiful
So they envied her grace
But she never understood
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Shawty's Rhyme Book
PoetryHere's a book of poetry which doesn't exactly rhyme. Each one may hold a thousand different meanings, but I just hope it means something to you... That's the only thing I need. Shawty❤ Highest Rankings: #36 in Poetry (09/06/2016) #1 in #lightpoetry...
