The rainshade that blossom,
A portico of wisdom.
Devil smiled at her,
When he knew mankind wasn't far.
A single offer from an apple tree
Of love and kindness, why wouldn't she agree?
For her hair is home to Adam
A shade to mankind, the hope of wisdom.
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The Light In Me
PoesiaThe first page of a new anthology I hear the sound of my favorite words Like art, music and photography. I see the footprints of my past and thoughts. Feeling of excitement from my fingertips The words of understanding from my bare lips. I can'...