Women
In the fabric of the tender shading of twilight.
The beauty, eternal and sincere, dwells there.
Cast into the darkness that the canvas for the night provides.
Women emerge, a celestial light.
Whispering ballet and a symphony of grace.
A stylish embrace in every step.
Staring starlight eyes at the moon.
They make the firmament a canvas to their heavenly colors.
As graceful as willows dancing in a light summer zephyr.
Tough and as tough as any oak tree amidst the others.
The melody sweet and rare is their laughter.
A song that transcends the cosmos and echoes through it.
To them it was a reflection of galaxies never told.
They reveal tales of courage and mysteries.
Parchment, skin, a story of a life.
Every wrinkle is a verse, rhythm and a rhyme.
Gaze at the beauty, a divine art.
Every line is full of energy, is soft, and strong.
A universe abides in every woman.
Everlasting embodiment of beauty.
About the Creator
Purity Wang'ombe
I'm 20 yrs old, Kenyan, still getting to know myself. I write what I experience in daily life and I want to share my experiences with you so that I'm not alone in this journey.
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This was so beautifully written! Loved your wonderful poem!
I love this!