She Is Poetry
She is a field of lavender, nestled in a dreamy land,
A sea of purple petals, like an artist’s gentle hand,
She slumbers in the landscape, with a peaceful grace,
A beauty that’s breathtaking, a sight to embrace.
And when she stirs, the waves of lavender ripple,
As if the wind has blown, a sweet and fragrant trickle,
The flowers dance and sway, in a graceful trance,
A symphony of beauty, that makes the heart dance.
She is poetry, written on the rice paper of life,
A masterpiece of art, with a touch so rife,
Her beauty is a painting, in hues of purple and blue,
A canvas that’s alive, with colors so true.
And when she walks, the ground beneath her feet,
Transforms into a shoreline, with waves so sweet,
The water crashes and splashes, like ruffled sheets of bed,
A symphony of nature, that’s never left unsaid.
The folds of creased bed shorelines, greet her with a smile,
As if inviting her to rest, and stay awhile,
For she is poetry, written in the font of sheer beauty,
A masterpiece of art, a work of art to truly see.
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Copyright © Muhammad Nasrullah Khan | Year Posted 2023
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