enchanting forests of green
they can't compete with her
irises of fern
no grove can compare to her eyes
the skies above
are harsh compared to her touch
skin of porcelain
softer than clouds
no star can compete with her
smile brighter than a supernova
the planets belong to her
she is my sunshine
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metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
