I will write and scribble and scratch
Because some souls are attractive
But hers is victorious,
Through her cries flooding the sea
And scaring the oceans away, bearing the ocean floor
To being a canvas for her to scribble her sentiments, Her moments
Her beauty, hidden in her soul
So I scratch, powered by my endeavor
Until she opens, like a wild receiver
And.
Surprisingly enough it turns out:
You need not to aim for the beholder,
But the sword illuminated
You need not to find beauty at the sight of her
But the soul, under the moon nested.
Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
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