His eyes rack over her
Pure poetry
The stanzas in her hair
The rhyme in her smile
The pathos in her eyes
The repetition in her laugh
The diction in her personality
Pure poetry
She's the poetry in his world,
The art of his mind
The story in his soul
And the moments of his memory
She is his unwritten poem
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Author:
Brynlee (
Online) - Published: December 19th, 2025 00:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Gosh, after a long break i'm finally back. Sometimes the poetry of the world isn't a poem, but a person, memory, or a place. This is our unwritten poetry, the things we experience around us is the poetry of the world. It doesn't have to be written down but remembered.
- Category: Love
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