She looks beautiful
Whenever she wrote down her thoughts
And her piece of soul
With her hands dancing with the melody of her metaphorical images
With the ink of her pen synching with her fathom tears.
She wrote down
Every rain drops in the sky
Every story in their eyes
Every colors in their smile
She looks gorgeous
Singing with her own depth
Bare hands swaying with the lonely night
Naked eye sighting thoughts in her mind.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Words
Historical Fiction"A compilation of thoughts, poems and words of mind made by a Lost Soul"
