Eyes of Beauty Exclude No BeholderA Poem by TyRyWrote this before I went to sleep last night, enjoy!
Ivory bodies by the beach sing,
elephants sound their trunks in peace. Not a soul as silent as the sunset. Who would expect such detailed tunes, by a voice so dissimilar to me? Ivory baking in the bold sun, hunters search for the one idolized. They see a golden one before the sunrise, only arrows shoot the idealized. An elephant rests her head, on a rock beneath acacia. She sings her son a song of sleep, without the gift of ivory- it's a beautiful lullaby.
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StatsAuthorTyRyState College, PAAboutTyRy (𝟷𝟿𝚢𝚛) |Queer| Autistic |ADHD | Poet Beginner poet here looking to voice my own experiences, specifically with mental health. Feedback and advice is appreciate.. more..Writing
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