My eyes on a gorgeous goddess
transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist
by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes
her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds
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excellent, rhythm, description...tone, feeling. i could picture her & the space she took. keep them coming! luv, sus
This poem holds the very description of my African dream girl that I hope to finally meet one fine day yet in person... thanks for this enchanting portrait, though fictive it may be.