Beyond the silver lining,
In the beaming light of day
There she sat like the morning,
Like the Indian sea at bay,
The splendor of love painted,
Swimming in her eyes,
She was both the artist and the masterpiece
Hovering inside,
She walked like the sea of stars,
Wandering and lost,
In her hands sprouted loveliness
Like the red rose full of frost,
She was the sky in full bloom,
The sunset ebbing pink,
The earth bathed in all colors,
As her eyes began to blink,
Her mind was but a canvas,
Now in hues that don't exist,
Like fresco walls, it is her soul
That no one could resist
And forever she'll be the artist,
Who awes the world outside,
But now it's time to let her see,
The art she is inside.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
