A dress carelessly worn,
hair unmade,
and violet fields.
I though
nothing is more beautiful than
a piece of art
precise in every part.
All till I dreamt of her and mornings.
Carelessly beautiful.
Mornings gone and
those yet to come
are all that i dream of now.
6 comments:
Excellent short, natural poem conveying a lot more than those lines. I enjoy such verses.
Thank you for your kind words. :)
Great poem
Thanks :)
Beautiful!!!
@Dreaming Casually.
Thank you!
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