She was sure of herself
In the depth of her stare
and inside the emerald rim
moss grew around the trim
A floral aroma igniting the essence of desire
wherever she walk
Content in her earthly avenue
flourishing with Lily's
The innocent color dripped off the tips
As a beaming shaded red burned into the core
About the Creator
Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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Comments (1)
Red is my favourite colour and I loved your last line the most! Amazing poem!