My foundation,
a beauty to behold.
Sparkling white,
as though built on ice.
Sturdy,
as a concrete foundation should be.
Beautiful,
as everything good is.
Promising,
as a blooming flower tells of a fruit to come.
Not a crack visible,
not a tile missing,
not a tear visible.
Perfection,
the only description.
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Kill The Flame
PoëzieShort poems relating to some common life experiences and situations. For updates, whenever I feel the inspiration to write something. Might be after a day, a week...who knows
