The burning bright freckles of life,
A beacon of hope in darkness,
That gleams through a dark circle of depth;
The ring that shadows it, reaches out to me:
All in the eyes of a girl.
The sparkling gush of a waterfall,
Quenching my thirst for salvation,
That took birth from a pale uneven land;
The waves that rise and wind up, beckon to me:
All in the hair of a girl.
The melodic musical notes in a voice,
Shattering the silence surrounding a heart,
That escapes the parted shapely pink gates;
The little drops of dew adorning them call out to me:
All in the lips of a girl.
The compassionate warm bearer of hope,
Eradicating the sorrow in its vicinity,
That spreads like a blanket all around its world:
The iridescent tears of wry memories:
All in the beauty of a girl.
YOU ARE READING
A Girl
PoetryThere is no perfect way in which i could describe one of the worlds most wonderful creation so i hope that you find yourself able to forgive me for my incompetence.
