There her feet have come to stand,
as she delves into the chapter of gold,
letting the wind caress the strands,
of the tendrils that her hair foretold;
now watch as she glimpses the beyond,
with that faraway look haunting her eyes;
watch as her tears morph into a pond,
under the wrath of her blistered cries;
look at her mellifluous hair as it dances,
look at her beautiful feet as it prances;
watch as she extends a hand to the horizon,
wherein there is no heaven of an ocean,
watch as the waves clash against her thoughts,
watch as she finds that there is no aughts;
now look at the vines that bring her demise,
look at the vortex that spin her web of lies;
she is now victim to her own temptation,
now only a figment of this imagination.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
