Triauna Hall

Rookie - 0 Points (April 21 / Maryland)

Mystery - Poem by Triauna Hall

This beautiful mystery is new to me
I don't know all the history of this human being
Voice so deep along with its soul
Words seep within me down to my toes
The beauty of its pure heart brightens its foes
Even thou, its struggles are still well unknown
Power in its eyes in control of the light in mines
I have the need to speak to it all the time
It makes sure I'm fine and nothings out of line
It's a serious crime to always have it on my mind
The passion we share is like no other
We may be far apart but we got one another
It's amazing the feeling to have a best friend
Forever, together, all the way to the end


Comments about Mystery by Triauna Hall

  • Rookie - 333 Points Rajendran Muthiah (2/23/2012 4:46:00 PM)

    It is a thing of beauty, as Keats said, to have a best friend till the end. well Done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 23, 2012


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