She deserves rose petals at her feet
Wind chimes when she speaks
Let me get into the essence of what should be her personal blessings
What the universe should secure
For this woman so sweet so pure
The wind should sing her praises as she watches the sunset
Water should taste so sweet when her lips meet
The ground should sprout flowers where ever she towers
Formations of hearts & arrows should be performed by dozens of sparrows
The sun should bronze her honey melanated coat, especially the heart around her throat
Whatever she touches should prosper & heal
Her smile gives a warm appeal
Never have I ever come across someone so unique
I still smile to the heavens, knowing we may never speak
She deserves every valley every peak of someone who's just as
Unique...
About the Creator
Mesaye
From the moment I read my first Edgar Allen Poe story when I was 12 yrs old, I knew what made my heart flutter & what drove my imagination. Writing has been something I’ve loved doing, fell far away from & am now drawn back to it!
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
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