What do you see inside yourself?
I see a vastly far and deep well.
Perhaps a bottomless pit,
Perhaps a place to quietly sit.
However whatever I see,
Should not mean so much to me.
As beauty comes in many forms,
Your beauty softly and gently warms.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
ŞiirA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
