In a world of black and white,
she was the color.
By not her vivid beauty,
yet by the smile, through her suffer.
Poised in her position,
authentic in her vision.
Never altered by her ego,
faithful to all her words written.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In a world of black and white,
she was the color.
By not her vivid beauty,
yet by the smile, through her suffer.
Poised in her position,
authentic in her vision.
Never altered by her ego,
faithful to all her words written.
I love this! I’m looking forward to reading fresh poetry for these next 24 hours. I’m just a fan, rooting for all you!
Yet by the smile…love this!