Her joints are weary,
walking is a pain.
But beauty becomes her,
in the most unconventional way.
It oozes from her pores,
onto the pages where gentle hands lay.
Her beauty is a passion,
laid elegantly in each piece she creates.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
Violet hues rustle in the warm summer zephyr,
drifting their sweet scents through the open window to me.
And upon my bed they'll lull me to sleep.
As a comfortable liquid it does seep,
washing my mind of all the stress it keeps.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC