Consign in the thought with his preset
Departing of the fogged report that captures it bliss
Balancing and blessing are a word of art that captures my grace by your feet
Treasured memories once drifted far end before the moon glides down
Beckoning the forth of surprises of upheavals story of a girl
She walks in silence
Speaks at the howls of the siren
The beauty of her beast
Alluring while she walks
Potential spark of boys channel around
Her grace they say while she dances off over the stages of life
With the challenge, a sign in her eyes rapture from the deep ground
Blossom from the ozone layer
Nurturing her flaws agape from afar Princess was the word given when she was heard
From the soil that avail
The flower where her path was a sign
Here she is waving as the wind found her Grapes of distraction falls on the path creating a violets pathway right before
She breathes ends with the word strength
The colors that were blind her are long gone as facade like dust fades while the rapture of one departure fades when the light blackout
Sweeping her away from what it called love
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The Vicious Passion
Poetry"A woman without her man is nothing" As a woman, we've heard this phrase been spoken uncountable times. Do we ever wonder how does one society stereotype us, women, into one illusion circle category and not knowing how to face it Why is it so hard f...
