Nov 2014
She stood;
chin raised,
facing moonbeams.
The light only
gifted me half
of her face.
It was enough.
I could understand
why the night
held on to most
of her beauty.
chin raised,
facing moonbeams.
The light only
gifted me half
of her face.
It was enough.
I could understand
why the night
held on to most
of her beauty.
First Poem on Hello Poetry :)
