Overthinking my days. Namaste.
Written by Louise E.
In my youth,
I was young,
And beautiful.
In my mind,
I still am.
All though,
The years,
Are speaking.
I still feel,
Young,
And beautiful.
Because,
I am.
The lines of laughter,
On my face.
Speak of joyess,
Years.
The grey hairs,
Through the blond.
Give me grace,
Of time.
And years.
A heart,
With words,
Written down,
On this sheet.
Gives me,
Loves,
Unspoken,
Melody.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-03-29 at 18:24
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In my youth..
In my youth.Written by Louise E.
In my youth,
I was young,
And beautiful.
In my mind,
I still am.
All though,
The years,
Are speaking.
I still feel,
Young,
And beautiful.
Because,
I am.
The lines of laughter,
On my face.
Speak of joyess,
Years.
The grey hairs,
Through the blond.
Give me grace,
Of time.
And years.
A heart,
With words,
Written down,
On this sheet.
Gives me,
Loves,
Unspoken,
Melody.
Poetry by Louise 55
Read 837 times
Written on 2017-03-29 at 18:24
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