Benjamin Fredric
Joined February 2018
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My Morning Rose
Each velvet sunrise is decrepit and vanquished reflected by her, a swan’s sweetest song is a hollow shrieking pest. Wealth’s chosen few covet lustrous gold in her hair; it traces bright canyons, breaching shores to rest. Gentle streams glide through her every word, her footsteps are restful breeze in summer skies. Her laughter spills sugar kissing autumn leaves, caressing bliss nestled in her eyes.
By Benjamin Fredric6 years ago in Poets