Starring in the roles of ecstasies Are bewitching flowers from precious trees That exists in the sacred rhapsodies Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter, From the styles and stigmas that deters Immortals from grace as they pander.
This very pedal has an inner beauty That conforms not with confidentiality Instead her fragrance, in high velocity Make the honeycombs to never run dry As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives Transmitting signals stamen long to have.
This flower is configured to shine and rule Her pride rests on her own receptacle She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation Stretching back from time of creation Till now, none can compete with her perfection
Aside the artifact in the treasure chest Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless, Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror Intently conceiving herself a pure allure Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.
Wonderful poem. I loved how you mirrored the illusion of the pure allure with the hidden pain of scares and errors. I found this poem sensual and beautiful.
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
Wonderful poem. I loved how you mirrored the illusion of the pure allure with the hidden pain of scares and errors. I found this poem sensual and beautiful.
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