Eyes coloured like the mountains in the West,
Hair like the gentle waves that crash in the East,
Nose pointed North.
Lips part in a smile toward the south.
I collect corals on the shore,
Even though you're no more.
My Coralina, you were the compass to my soul.
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My Name is Violet. Let me welcome you my poetry collection based on The Great Gatsby ( my favourite movie). Do enjoy reading and share your thoughts by comments and press the Star icon if you've enjoyed the poems.
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Poetry" Death. I wasn't alive. My heart was beating on his lies. I longed a life, where I would be Alive, for the truth, in his lies." A few pages inspired from the Great Gatsby. 🏅 Ranked #4 in greatgatsby #1...
