She wasn't perfect
neither I wished her to be
She wasn't the prettiest
yet she was to me
She walks in beauty
I stumble in admiration
Her dreamy eyes, her graceful hands
the solace in her gaze
the comfort in her arms
What she was to me
Is what I will forever wish a paradise to be.
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Author:
Inazas (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2022 10:23
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Whoever took that photo deserves an Oscar. This was such a riveting piece, thanks dear poet. Sometimes people appear in our lives like shooting starts, bright and spontaneous, the next minute, gone.
thank you there.
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