She Free - Poem by Mark Ruiz
Her eyes, deep, abyssal
Yet peaceful still and
Her smile like the crescent moon,
So bright and stunning.
Keep me mesmerized 'ermore.
Her skin soft, smooth, and dark,
Like the earth's skin.
Her voice, charming,
Like a waterfall's droplet.
She is that whom hides an inner.
An inner that leaps and withdraws.
A spirit so free, choses what to be.
Comments about She Free by Mark Ruiz
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye