Like a scar
from a forgotten wound,
for some from the one they love,
others for the one they left.
She smiles and
Walk like a run-way model
Red shoes and a sweet red lips
That made every hearts blinked.
I am the pampered son of Mother Nature
Who dwells in beauty and abundant riches
Created and affiliated in mind but not
In the real world of mine
I feel tickles from her touches
Kisses and caresses
Blown me away from myself
Like the tornadoes of the North
Am inspired by the most silent of things as well as the loud ones but most especially i try my best to see i like a poem myself before exposing to other people to see and as well show me where my flaws are as no one is perfect.