Enigma of a woman
A context of fallen petals
Enigma of women: A context of falling petals
Woven into the fine texture beneath the crest of a rolling wave
Lifting and pulling at the fabric of your soul
A moment that has gone unnoticed
Falling to the grave
Never letting you go
Twisting as it turns with colorfully painted words whispering against the edges of your mind
Hands ready to hold with a strength that’s unknown filtering visions of glass roses from your eyes
A fire burning bright
Deep within
Reaching out
Ready to survive each moment
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Jjenni Dagnelli
the poetry beneath your skin
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