stones beneath her feet
paths leading to this peak
hair down her back
strolling along the side streets
barefoot, with
no struggle, no crease
hummingbird, oh
hummingbird, her voice
the only one to speak its word
the sweetest sound God overheard
destiny with its grasp,
could not capture, what she holds
in her hands
only the stars shine where she may land
her eyes glance upon a dream
temptation amiidst, she meets a boy
what she begins to see
is not what it seems
About Me
- Frankly Evangeline
- I'm 19. I've always loved poetry and literature, it's the type of thing to determine how you feel or have a relationship with. I'm a college student for biological science but I find nothing more therapeutic than the poetic words that come from the mind.
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