She was a painting
One that had no artist
And in all truth
That's what made her beautiful
For under the light of the stars
She looked to the ocean
And as she found her magic
She painted herself
To the awe of the world.
YOU ARE READING
With love from the stars
Poetrylingering thoughts of a lost soul pondering the stars
PAINTING
She was a painting
One that had no artist
And in all truth
That's what made her beautiful
For under the light of the stars
She looked to the ocean
And as she found her magic
She painted herself
To the awe of the world.