Not even the clouds I put above you,
It's funny she's afraid of heights
yet she's on my mind day & night,
When standing the ground shake,
Blame her for all the Earth's Earthquake,
Hotter than fire,
She flows like lava,
My survival
The tears of joy,
sometimes Happy Feet.
She knows my potential
Like a singing frog, us alone I am brave,
around others I get shy,
When she walks she tip,
Her high quality an elevator could know,
She has my head spinning like a rodeo,
singing melodies & lyrics like a radio.
I love to watch her dance as she glides
moving to the beat,
her favorite song on the radio.
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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