Strong willed
Smiles of gold
Tender touches of nurture and care,
Perfection at the least.
This creature oh so devine,
A wonder to be discovered,
The crazy simplicity, an illusion.
Wonderful, beautiful, mystical.
To where are we headed?
To whom shall our gratitude be shown?
For existence began with us,
It will end only after there is no she.
She is the flower growing in the desert,
The snow falling in the summer,
She is purity in a world of sins,
She is a girl.
Never shall it ever be an insult,
For without a her, another, is just not.
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My poems, the sad reality of my life
PoetryThese are poems written by me, I've been told that i'm a really good poet, so I wanted to be able to show some of my favourites to people, these poems all reflect on my life and feelings, so yeah, this is the first time I've done anything like this...
