Beauty
He reminded me of beauty;
That place I wanted to go
Again and again and again.
…It looked he weaved it in his hands;
I wanted to look at him from afar
And feel inside me that need to develop;
To get in a better place,
From where I were;
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
