Who are you?

Who are you?

A Poem by London
"

She will never make sense to me.

"

Your eyes, Shining so bright,

Incomparable to my dull, human iris.

Your hair tickling behind my ears.

The grass wraps around me.


Who are you?


Piercing is your love, like a silver bullet.

Your nature, your beauty, your soul.

You befit an angel, trapped in the dark.

Whispering to me - everything you see.


Who? Are? You?


Travels never ending - your spirit is the clouds.

Bubbly - different - white, so pure.

Your sweet embrace, I could ever leave,

But still I lie awake, No, This is not a dream.


You are the only one I need,

We could greet the time,

as it wanders ever forth,


I love you...

Forest.

© 2017 London


Author's Note

London
In a Nature mood. What else is new?

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Added on September 11, 2017
Last Updated on September 11, 2017
Tags: Nature, Mystical, Strange, Enlightenment, Space, Aesthetic

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London
London

St. Albans, Hertfordshire, United Kingdom



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