She's a mantle of art
Draped in the finest fabric cut
All her insecurities
Add up to her masterpiece.
When God refined her
He plucked a feather from a wild goose
And the angels kissed her
And gave her angelic hues.
Some nights she's a canvas of stars
Other nights she a contrast:
There's danger in her mysterious eyes
Delightful darkness
If you stared for too long,
You'll know why she's named after storms,
And why the ocean changes tides.
~Hassina❤️
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PoesíaGuys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! H...
