She
She is mint green and soft baby blue
She is piano music with a whisper of flute
She is a far away star I watch gently burning
She is the world ever so gracefully turning
She is replenishing rain on a hot summer's day
She is the promise of hope when it had all flown away
She is the light in this terrifying dark
When God created beauty he made her as a mark
She is one of his angels sent from above
She is all I don't deserve, and she is all that I love
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Jasmin Dowling
I'm 15 years old and live in North Yorkshire, England. I hope to be a fantasy/horror novelist one day, but enjoy a good bit of poetry as well. I'm always completely open to constructive criticism, so please tell me what you think about my writing!
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