Verbals, A Collection of Poems (SCRIBERE COLLECTION #1)

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Throttle

And there she goes, magnificently in black
Do any one notice her?
The beauty of a hidden fold, a lack
So timid, so prim, so her

Roses fumed scents on the way
A rough tone of neutral moment
Wonder how ebullient she may
Where no one coped her, an aroused torment

In every detail, it was messed
Why did she wore a past?
Gradual pain costed it, until she'd dressed
Arrogantly, in beautiful vast

Come on, you knew it soulfully
It has to be known and told
As if a gargantuan discovery
She shouldn't lose, nor cold

But then the story was born
Night came and sun vanished in dark
War stopped, thus her virtues mourn
And there she goes, magnificently in black.