Similes
SIMILES
The rich soil in my garden is blacker than my wife’s hair
The delicate velvety peach is soft as her skin
Delights of rose and ruby are less than her lips’ freshness
The sunset today is as radiant as her dress
When darkness falls the stars are like her eyes within
And spring breezes make the icicles tinkle like her laughter
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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