Hair like maple red leaves
falling to the ground with ease.
Her chest brushing against the cold sheets,
made from soil and grease.
Gorgeous, charming, pure perfection
making every man looks in her direction.
Scared to touch her, scared to move,
the cold breeze will close your eyes amused.
Birds and flowers hide away,
scared of beauty, feel dismay.
Don't dare compare their's to her glory,
will never manage to embody.
Sign of the upcoming night,
with a ray of light.
Yet the night grows longer
and the days grow shorter.
In the morning her tears are on the foliage.
Trying to scavenge, the thoughts so savage.
Her dew like balls of marble shattered,
but on nightfall as sparkles scattered.
Evaded and secluded, it was never heard,
to anyone had not even occurred.
That there was hidden beauty
in her otherworldly.
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My Flowers After Rain
Poetry"My Flowers After Rain" is an evocative collection of love poems. Let yourself get immersed in the tender words of love, where emotions bloom like delicate flowers. With each poem, the reader is transported to a different landscape where the tapestr...
