where does it come from?
where does it lead to?
this yearning for Ayanna
her presence brings with her a beauty that follows her on her way out.
Her hair ,a black sea settling on a white shore.
Eyes bold and fragile
....ever been difficult to write?
ever wanting to write and the pen falls off your hand?
I cannot even call her beauty,for i need more words.
I cannot even use more words 'cos i will be lost in them.
so if you want to know what it is
then you are asking for a rare one....
...like the one i had when i watched her last nite sleep in peace.
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