Inner selfA Poem by James WhitefallHer eyes are so beautiful I get lost in them.I’m reminded of a rose Who’s bloom has been halted, Pedals soft, but closed to the world. A secluded far-off place, Hidden and layers concealed, With guise to catch a glimpse, There is no room for two. Cupped, fingers entwined As gentle as I, Thorns draw blood, They prick and poke, Thus draw harder, Endure the pain, Until droplets fall to the earth, Mixing with the soil, An image unspoiled, Is what you mean to me. © 2018 James WhitefallReviews
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StatsAuthorJames WhitefallNVAboutI'm an american writer who aspires to be an author. Sci-Fi and Fantasy are my muse, but I write whatever. Follow my journey at jameswhitefall.wordpress.com Email me at [email protected] more..Writing
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