she's held together with honey and hope
in her wake she leaves
only the finest of silks
she is grace when nights are harsh and the wind is stubborn
she is beauty when the world is ugly and the stars are no where to be seen
in the face of adversary, she smiles
because she knows something we don't
and beneath her smile lies a heart of gold
despite it's mask of ice it shines with a love so strong that the world turns to stop and stare
she's everything you hope to be
with a fire in her eyes that never ceases to burn
she is the flower that will sting without hesitation
a woman of true inspiration
we can only hope to begin to understand
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
