Her Chest that Beats the Heart


She in her grace, fills the sky until blue;

as blue fills the sky, with clouds used as glue. Red is

but paint, for the sunset in her eyes;

the dawning of the sun shone a glare that is to rise.

Learning how to fly, with her beauty as my wings;

every air of her breath, is like music that doth sings.

Her voice does the clovers that are indeed a pair of four;

and her tears flutter the sea’s waves, crashing against the shore.

Her chest that beats the heart, that is to save my light from the dark.

Copyrightcopyright October 16, 2015


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