Her hair was crimson,
Orange and yellow.
Her eyes were pools of dark chocolate,
Warm and,
Serendipitous.
And her soul,
Reflected the days of Autumn.
Breathtakingly beautiful to look upon,
But dying slowly,
Piece by piece.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA 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."
