Poems from Lexi Leisure
People don't understand her.
Born from the ashes,
her eyes shine like embers.
A spark ignites in her soul.
Her heart, a continuous burning...
She is a wildflower.
Not picked for her beauty,
but for her wild heart.
A child of mother nature
she grows in the darkest of places....
As the storm passed
the sea hushed.
The winds aroma of salt and
the calm waves send her in a sway.
As a child of the cosmos,
her soul...
You stare at this glass every morning
Wondering what will be said today
You wish you could at least get a warning
Why does it have to be...