Her Soulful Eyes
A spark of weariness holds her eyes
I was clueless of what makes them shine
To meet them in glime is such a loopless sign
Where were my senses when she passed by?
A gilded breeze clinging from the nature
When she talks like in wisdom invasion
It's a dearing bright soul speaking to people
One caught to call my spirit from them all
From a time spent with only her existence beside
I was praying for time to slowly reside
Her soul to my soul,
Talking like we're the only living in a breathing earth world
Her eyes that can see things much too far, like mine
Thoughts that wander off the cosmos of mysteries, in each time
When elated she seems to be holding the sun's light
And when in forlorn, she writes
Melancholic fluids out of her heart
She drew a garden full of butterflies
Her existence is poetry that I want to write, but
Can't find the right words to construct how beautiful everything are in her eyes
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Written: May 25, 2023
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PoetryOne exquisite world she created for Rein's Good Souls. Rein, a poet of life sceneries in letters and in pages. She welcomes you in her soul through each piece, for she wants to share the word to give solace to all. With this book, she reminds you; i...
