Dresses Wear Her Finished
Dresses wear her
And she is made from smiles
Laughter orbits her in faith
With a flick of her hair reality trembles
Her superpower makes you powerless
And with her touch you can feel the universe
I leave a space for all words yet to come
that will fail to describe her perfection
and as the wind blows through her
nature sighs
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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