What the Eye Sees the Heart Cannot Forget
She creeps into the night,
all dressed up in white.
This isn't the first time;
all her nights the same.
On her hand is a white dove,
as she gazes right above.
An image of hope glitters in her eyes,
as a whirlwind blows from the skies.
In this world filled with terror,
she has no sign of fear.
Divinity is manifested right in her heart,
freeing her from any form of hurt.
Everyday she looks at the whole world,
as though it's new in it's mold.
She creeps into the night,
all dressed up in white.
This isn't the first time;
all her nights the same.
Inspired By Photo #1
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.
