Poetry Blog by aleigha
You’re beautiful. Belle Ame, French, for beautiful soul. I cautiously use the word beautiful, simply because the word holds so much power. It may be overused in it’s context, but within mine, it holds virtue.
Rain is beautiful. The smell of rain, the taste, the sound, the feeling on your skin as it seeps into the thread of your clothing. The way it collects in puddles on broken roads, or how it...
Sunday 8th April 2018 3:12 pm