He has heart of a lion.
Unwavering tamed naturally.
Stood on the hill like it's his home
Like slippery sand, stones and no path to stand on was nothing new to him.
Landing me a hand and many others
when my every breath had a chance of losing life itself.
Man of few words but when talks only wisdom comes out, an old soul.
He knows of pain and suffering,
Has his flaws and claws.
Calm as a tortoise,
Bonds with everyone.
Sleeps by the stars
Rises by the sun, eyes as one.
-Eira White.
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'Her Paradise On Paper'
PoesieA girl with flower in her hairs, Silence on her lips, Scarred heart, Soft fingers, Both star gazer And moon smitten.....
