Such a wading... sweet smell,
pouring out petal spells,
erupting grandest display of a hundred shades frail,
giving heart's disarray a moment from gnarling trail –
Symbol became you... by end of this fiery-tale;
Innocently beheld eyes,
indecently compelled mine;
insisted your place was among stars so bright,
falling constantly in motion... underneath reeling tide –
Sudden storm interrupted the golden hues,
turned all the land to a somber blue,
couldn't sweep up in time reaching roots,
blinding material which trapped the truth,
swear, I never knew –
Lost sight of time,
ages in minutes felt to pass by,
never saw those hundred shades strewing up from the depths of rhyme,
the beauty I found in you, are the very thorns stuck deep inside;
Still such a wading... sweet smell,
pouring out petal spells,
symbol you stay within this fiery-tale.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
