Her hair was a light strawberry,
Her eyes were bluer than the ocean.
Freckled with golden dots,
Her face was a joyous kind.
She knew not of harm to anyone,
And her heart was brave.
Her mind kept drastic images,
So she only dreamt of paradise.
Her life was worth more than silver,
And she knew this,
But did not express it,
For she knew the souls of others would be torn,
And that her life would no longer be gracious.
YOU ARE READING
unrealistic dreams
PoetryYour breath was the soothing wind I needed most, And now you're gone.
