for him, she's this... shallow water in a vast, abyss ocean; tiniest amongst visible dots in universes, and a five leaf clover. little of value for most of those who are blinded by some typical, uncouth and stereotyped essential qualities of a new era, but filled to the brim of some flabbergasting image; with an unpredictable motion, gentle touch of glimmering rays of moonlight illuminating on her pristine, chocolate-hued skin, and crimson rose plucked and quenched unto her lips. the kind of her to pursue is as direful as men seek for an amethyst in an emerald hollow mine of north carolina. nevertheless, when finally held, euphoria of success fuels his desire to keep it. the rarest they become, the more worthy of hard work they'll be.
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Poetrypoems and proses that blooms within Her; like a sunflower that was diluted by pouring rain and thereupon flourish. ©2021 EnigmaticDamsel
