Morning came along, sung with the sun was a work of blessed fingertips.
The glee in his heard go uncontained.
A reverie that seemed unimaginable,
is somehow a reality.
As she strides along the aisle,
smile blossoms, bright red, pink rosy petals.
The past in his eyes flashed. Unnoticed.
When crescent moon ascend, they'd embrace.
When water had kissed the earth, they'd fondle around.
Tongue had tasted each part, glossy on one's skin.
A mark, though not property.
Exhaustion flew, never tried to tempt.
He smiles within, strangles carefully between her strands.
Brown feathers tied around, try to mimick the petite fowl.
Rough fingers, against a surface so soft.
Brittle, delicate diamond glass.
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PoetryA compilation of short poems inspired by random events happening in my life.
