Beauty Is A Dream In Technicolor Plots. - Poem by Morgan Rose
Beauty is a dream in Technicolor plots, life's merry made ways never seem to stop. Beauty is a faze that cause my tears to drop. Love is a maze that switches between my steps that stop. Happiness is a play that never seems to amaze and redirect my gaze. life's colorful broderies blare before mine eyes, his beauty once forgiven now sustained and satisfied. His eyes of crisp dove coco honey seed, his lips a fierce petal pink, his skin so serene.
Love is like water, it feeds the earth and grows, it's roots stretch to the tip to reach the hungered burrows. darkness is the sin within once loneliness sets in.
Beauty is a dream in Technicolor, brighten my hues with love.
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