A light that shines bright like the northern star,
Like a dew-drop in the morning sunshine,
That no man can compare her beauty so-far,
With a dress of velvet and silk so fine,
By lips crimson red, and teeth pearly white,
Her parasol is of that matches her beauty,
Her laugh is of birds in the morning light,
As if she has no pitiful duty,
She watches the children dance through the day,
That sweet sorrow on her face belittling,
As if she wishes that she too could play,
But sadly she must stay with her stitching.
Her beauty that shines is a heart with no soul.
Like a hearth with one dimming piece of coal.
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Poetry for the soul
PoetryI love writing poetry, as a hobby. Here are a few of my works. Comment if you want a certain poems.
