Sleek skin glistening in her the midst of her...
5'8 epitome physique under the african sun.With an hourglass frame, she makes time stand still.And still, customarily, she whistles playful tunes while she's wandering through...My near vision, my mind and my notepad...Anonymous she is.Nameless she remains...--With a posture portraying independence.She walks upright, seeming uptight, flashing a smile at every sight, sweet lady she is.Swerving through the aisles, curving with her curves, leaving brothers in awe...she walks on.With confidence filled to the brim, radiating magnificence of which is dream like. Perceived connotations of such-and-such.Though she is without a name. She remains. --On my mind.On the tip of my tongue.Guiding the tip of my black pen.Hidden in my notepad.She's between the margins, cursive calligraphy detailing her little known features.Speeches and poems contained in several pages.Without a title...Anonymous she is.Nameless she remains.
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hymnagen says: Well done, my brotha. I feel like I've seen her too..actually I've seen several of my own version of her. This piece is most relatable. |
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mrmelody7 says: Cyrano, Romeo got nothing on you |
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The Immortal Wize says: my kind of poem |
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2b2b2 says: Fan-tastic Number3....Bravo!!! |
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