Embers of a flame
lie swirling in those onyx orbs;
fluttering wings of tenderness:
a feathery soft caress.
Scowls etched on hard planes
A clenched jaw loosens
fire doused with affection
flashing midnight eyes soften.
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When The Heart Whispers
PuisiThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
