He once crafted,
My little fairy chime feathered me to skies
and petaled my heart tangerine.
She's angelic as winter and pure as spring,
Even the cold silence has stock in store
to novel how poetic she glow.
I was born new to her motherly chorus ,
And she rhymed my flaws in rhythm,
Every verse of her tuned me special,
For she's my residential poetry.
I love her.
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IMPERFECTIONS
PoetryBeing imperfect isn't a flaw, it's being a perfect YOU! IMPERFECTIONS is a poetry book which dwindles your pain in the arse and gifts you merriment and pleasure reading experience. The poems found here are perfectly crafted in an imperfect manner t...
