ABIGAIL
Portraits of you lies hanging on the walls of my heart
How beautiful you look in them; like the first sprout of a young flower in West Virginia
Your smile, have i likened to scarcity, the only medicine to a broken soul
With many more portraits of you shall I make a gallery of arts in the United state of my heart,
where many shall come to behold your beautifulness like I've always done.
Beautiful write up tida
ReplyDeleteyeah thanks
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