You are not a babbling brook
You are a river, cool and still.
Your heady depths tumble me
To and fro. I'm sinking.
You are not a small flower
But a deep and verdant forest
Your intense depths beckon me
Deeper. Deeper. I'm lost.
You are not a sunny day
But a ripe burgeoning twilight.
Your vibrant colours entrance
And ensnare me. I'm trapped.
You're poetry is always so discriptive and visual. :)
You Are Not..
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