there was an amorphous sense of adventure that resided in her eyes
it was a thought that lingered in her brain, it was simple yet crystalline
her every move was performed with a lilt
it was constructed in a way that even to the deaf the sound of a mellifluous symphony was present
the carelessness was what curated the beauty bestowed in the hollows of her cheek bones
she was like a resplendent star just barely touching the surface of hope
she was content in a world full of succulent conversations and joyful susurration
YOU ARE READING
a simpler collection
Poetrya collection of my favorite poems from my book "delicate thoughts from a delicate mind"
