Posted in Love, Romance

Wild beauty

I guess the closest comparison would be to say she’s like smoke
Flowing in a directions sometimes
She may have her ducks in a row
She may smoulder
But she’s never the same
She’s a colourful canvas
Her wild beauty so radiant
So ravenous and free
A bright soul that feeds mine
To try to tame her would be like placing glass over a flame
I press my lips on her crown
“I love you” I say.



Everyone's life view prism is different.

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