Always the poet... Never the poem.
You are not a metaphor, A mere figure of speech, You are real and raw, Beyond my grasp and reach. Your beauty leaves me in awe,
By Will Shimnom Simonabout a year ago in Poets
You are divine, an imperfect masterpiece, A work of art that's never done, A canvas painted with such ease, It's beauty shines like the sun.
With waves that whisper secrets to the shore, Where wildflowers waltz and winds explore, Wandering through woods, where willows weep,
Nature, the muse, now whispers at last. Naked trees sway in the breeze so gentle, Nimble deer prance, wild and free, so ample.
Beneath my black skin beats a brave heart, Battling bias with each breath I take. Boldly bearing burdens from the start,
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