Her deep blue eyes
had a tumultuous gale swirling with rage,
and her gloominess had
the shade of the bronze,
rotten over time,
evil darkness yet profound
And those thin lips
naked and roughed
had so many stories hidden beneath
and her brown cheeks
appeared golden fuming some shades of red
The beaconing of a storm,
the quiet buildup of an eerie,
a devious monstrous plan,
her appearance growled the portend
of a perilous time,
edging to erupt
in just moment of time
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Amazing
The calm before the storm. Beautiful sentiment spoken in a lovely tone.🌹
Vivid, descriptive and haunting!
Thanks so much l, Adithya
Thanks so much my friend. Much appreciate your kind read
Thanks so much, Tanya
Pleasure!
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My pleasure to your wonderful write.
You are so kind. 🌸🌸
As are you my friend. Many thanks.
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Amazing write up.. so vivid though
Thanks so much, Chiru
My pleasure
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Your words paint a vivid picture Shantanu. Well penned.
Thanks so much for your beautiful read