Woke up in the middle of the night,
To see a wonderful sight.
A glowing emerald eyes,
Looking at you with pleasing smiles.
An Emerald eyes that is rare to be seen,
But here besides her , reading.
She peek to see it glowing,
With the help of the moon, shinning.
It resembles to her favorite gem,
And as if she tresures it and makes to be her emblem.
She will never forget this kind of scenery,
Even in her dreams, or in her eternity.
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My Freedom Wall : A Spoken Poetry
Non-FictionThis is random Poetry. Other poetry is based on my life! I hope you give this a shot! Give me one word and I will try to make a Poetry by it.
