Her delicate fingers
twirl pencils as though
they are light as feathers.
Her soft lips part
only to breath
the enchanted music
that is her voice.
Her dark eyes
twinkle like stars
that hold the secrets of lovers.
She is full of passion,
a steady fire
that blazed brighter
when she was in love.
She flirts with life,
as if she is destined
to die tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryThis is a collection of short epigrams that I consider poetry. I hope you can find something within the words that make your eyes light up, your soul ignite, and your heart flutter. In these poems I talk about loss, life, and love. Enjoy, friends. :)
