who art thou?
thy skin shines under the
brightly blazing heaven's eyes.
thine obsidian black tresses flow
beneath thy waist and capture my
inky eyes.
why do thou punish me by staying away from my touch and melting into the heaven's winds?
why do thou not let me see thine ethereal face and have mystical happiness?
O enchantress thou art a vision in
thy lustrous brown skin, art thou a
sculpture that came to life by a god's blessing?
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoezjaA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
