She looked like a poem
so I painted her with my words
Altering her
to my liking
A stranger on the bus
or perhaps sitting on a park bench
They’ll never know
what inspiration their beauty was
to me
Just as you'll never know
what inspiration you were
to a passing stranger
on the street.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2017 06:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I liked this poem a lot! The first two lines were my favorite but it was all very good. Loved it!
Thank you much
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