Can't some question be easily answered,
like a picture that's filtered,
How she be walking on fire?
How am I still breathing?
when she's so mind blowing.
If her heart was broken, an easily fix,
I could be her first aid kit,
She must never feel hurt.
I Looked up I saw An angel walking,
No wonder she is so down to Earth,
a masterpiece. What an art.
This girl from any beauty article,
imagine us skating,
while licking icicle.
is she an artist?
the way she draws my attention,
my legs are a hostage,
her beauty of detention.
lettuce envy her dressing,
the sun can be shady,
The way she brightens the cloud,
an echo so loud,
it's thunder.
To hold her close, not absurd.
On the door,
the sign
Do Not Disturb.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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