A turned head, shy,
sweet heat blooming on frail skin —
Her delicate shade,
Touched by the sun’s wooing charm
she grows, infatuated
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I wanted to put down because of my feelings and stuff. Hope you like it.
Look, She Blossoms
A turned head, shy,
sweet heat blooming on frail skin —
Her delicate shade,
Touched by the sun’s wooing charm
she grows, infatuated
