Pleasant sunshine once hit her face
But she unwillingly turned around
Clutching away the sadness she had enrolled
Since the day she was found
No one did ask her about her distress
No one did care, no one did crave
The soul never sighed, the soul never leaped
The soul only whimpered in her sleep
At times she bubbled, at times she blurred
But something mystified the aura around her
Such confused and such perplexed
Was I when I thought about her…
Once her brown beady eyes saw some rain
And then I did spot their hidden pain
But still she lied, still remained strong in fib
This made the paper touch my nib
Such was she…
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Haha, you tagged me on this, and I haven’t checked my blog for so long. Beautiful poetry!:)
thank you anyways for visiting dear. 🙂
and thanks for the compliment too. 🙂
I am not real superb with English but I get hold this rattling easygoing to read .
I imagine this website has got approximately fantastically clear information for everyone. “Variety is the soul of pleasure.” by Aphra Behn.
Beautiful poetry 🙂 keep it up
Thanks!
amazing post!
Thanks Trisha!
Your visit is always a pleasure!
😀
LOvely lines for the “she”
Thanks…she is very important…if only “she” knew I wrote it for her, she will sew me up! 😀