Amina (2016) Poem by M.W. Styner

Amina (2016)

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The conscience hold the  memories by the day that holds time.
The tears crumble slowly by love demise.
The wave of her emotions is like  perfume to the bones.
The scars on her knees hold the keys to the soil.
Arise, a rose that blossoms the core to her soul.
By: M.W. Styner, Jr.

Sunday, September 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art,marriage,purpose
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