The freckles on her cheek were
the light of the stars
Her bright amber eyes
corpses of the moon
And her raven hair was the sky
Encased with clouds
That fell like a waterfall past her face
She was the most vibrant and colourful
Of sunsets
And the most enticing and mysterious of pitch black skies
Eyelids closed
To reveal dark eyelashes
Shaped like half crescent moon against her pale skin
The vivid pink of cheeks
Glinting warmly as they caught the light
From distant planets lips tinted red with the paint palette of roses
She was the buzz of red wine
Bloody in colour
The bubbling of champagne
Brighter and loud
Dancing on the lounge
Mountains helped shape her
And steams coursed through her veins
Fuelling her mind and her body
Her soul alive with the spirit of nature
A wildfire alight in the pit of her chest
Making eyes burn with ferocity and ambition
She was the storm and the breeze
The rain and the sun
The moon and the stars all at once
She was thunderstorms
She was hurricanes
She was everything she wanted to be
And everything she could be
She was a wildfire
And no amount of water can ever put her out
-Devesh Deep Pandey
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know when I usually publish only original work, but this piece by a friend of mine really caught my eye. Let's show it the love it deserves.
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UNSUNG BALLADS
PoetryThe ocean does not apologise for it's depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so neither shall I. This is some of my original poetry , that was getting too tired sitting on the last pages of my notebooks.
