There are stars aligned in her ribcage
And clouds that drift in her skull
Her shoulders are weighed down by mountains
And her heart is gnawed by a seagull
Her eyes are the caves where bats slumber
Her ears are clogged with sounds of the sea
And everytime her smile blooms like a lotus
Like a willow, she's still somewhat unhappy
Her nose is the honeycomb of wasps
Her hair billows like the smoke of a fire
Her lips are like the richness of orange soil
And her words are of euphony, like a siren choir
This girl owns a soul, pure and untainted
Her garden bears the fruit that many infest
Though I fear, no longer will she keep her walls high
For as she grows, she will become more of a beautiful mess.
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Inked Coast
Poetrya series of stanzas embodying the simplicity of nature. [cover design by imploding-hearts]
