Her eyes are sparkling, gold and silver
The newborn stars reflect in her teeth
She twirls
Again and again
In perfect circles
Circles sprinkled in pixie dust and magic
She laughs as her head lashes back
Back as she gazes at the stars
Back as she spins and spins
Her fingers are feeling the cold, fresh air
It is crisp and sweet
Filled with spring and flowers
Then she stops to look at you
"It's on fire" she gasps
"It's blooming".
YOU ARE READING
Bloom.
PoetryA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
