There are many beautiful things in
this world.
The golden sun.
Or the turquoise sea.
Bright blossoming pink flowers that stand tall by me.
Bitter tea and sweet.
The way partners meet
And all the lemon-y scents of summer.
The dark hair and brown eyes.
Their peachy demeanor and calm sighs.
Somehow, some way, I built up courage to walk near them.
And from there it's all history.
Love is a mystery.
In which time has built upon.
And we are happy now.
Surrounded by such beautiful things.
~Ariah Christman
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Poetry Journal
Poetry* A long poetry collection written based on life events and emotions I've had. I'm not the best writer, but I hope you enjoy.
