The root of a thing
Astonishing like a Greek man of mythology
A saviour like physique - what an analogy
Drapped down in gold like melanin,
Kingin' with that waltz, unfathomable fabric in your wake glistering with every step.
I'd stay and nurture the caterpillar tho how he'd sprout is beyond my imaginings- once you fly you might leave me behind for your own kind. Sun of God, son of gun flew too high and burned those wings for clout then landed on my flat. Low eyes and a vie full of life such you want.
Blessed with vibrant eyes, beard glowing like a sun burnt sky I stand in awe. My small being emanates bliss it oozes like a thousand of rays, drank it in like the moon he'd reflect just to prove his thieving was precise. Lost soul baring precious gifts yet fighting armoured imps his calm was a facade.
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POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
