Couldn’t make out

Her eyes were closed, 
or bowed in grace

Her lips were sealed,
or playfully sleeping with each other,

Her curls were waving out to me,
or winds were building their home

Her expression was blooming with grace,
Or face was holding back the storm

Maybe she was everything pink and red could feed
or a different story you could never get to read

19 thoughts on “Couldn’t make out

  1. Wow this an intriguing piece, so many layers to it. You’ve a knack for rhyme and there is a rhythm to the poem. Very well written, thanks so much! I’m gonna reblog it!

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  2. This an intriguing piece, so many layers to it. You’ve a knack for rhyme and there is a rhythm to the poem. Thanks a lot much appreciate your gesture! I’m gonna reblog it!

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