Day 63

( Cross Posted )

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In this song I'm listening to, there is a line that got under my skin this morning on the drive in to work, and it affected this morning's poem too:

She wears her beauty like wings wrapped around his soul.

So I decided to break it up and fill it out a bit...

She wears her beauty like wings
pure and white, glowing within
naturally and unknowing
how special this makes her

He sees her as an incandescent flame
regardless of what her own eyes perceive
and when she looks into his eyes it feels
like wings wrapped around his soul