(this one is the most disliked by me but it's important to show my own growth ) it's kinda old
arabia;oh I do miss arabia,
the sweet coffee, the gold the henna,
my skin seeled like doors - harem me,
I am not to go back to here,
what I do in arabia is their fear
strike they say to the soil,
and I reveal their motive to oil,
you cannot condemn and repent,
harbour these secrets in wild in a tent,
it will all spill out and scorch the skin like the print on my palm,
no such thing, the moon can harm
with a eclipse I refuse to let it be shunned
for it is my beauty, the whole the divine.
unknown when written
YOU ARE READING
at sea (i am your serenity)
Poetryjust poems (ranging from all lengths, short and long) I have written that the world might benefit from hearing. x