hey people im back for another one(all in the top of my head don't expect anything good)
I find my self standing in the line of fire
of tiny bullets that land on my skin
and melt away. A women stands
to be engulfed by the waterfall's
harsh drool.
In a trace, I stare how exposed her beauty
was. Brown woven yarn from her scalp
willingly falls along with the scurrying water
and seems to flow with it down the stream.
A light touch upon her skin as light
a feather free falling and safe lands.
And the light splits open the sky
to have the women in a spotlight.
Blinded by the glistening shines
of diamonds dripped upon her skin;
I am drowned in a white blinding
place. Forced to search that beauty.
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