She’s as gorgeous as a summer sunset
The seemingly endless, serene sky
Full of perfect swirling colors
The warm breeze whispering against the back of your neck
The syrupy scent of the humid air
She’s as gorgeous as a weathered mountain
Standing tall and proud
Ready to take on any peril in her way
Never yielding
With the type of bravery those are jealous of
She’s as gorgeous as a fresh snowfall
The crisp air blushing your cheeks
The pure white beauty
That brings a sense of childlike excitement
She’s as gorgeous as the morning dew
Surrounded by a thick cloud of fog
Resting ever so lightly
On the clean cut grass
The cold morning air running up your spine
She’s as gorgeous as a wildflower meadow
A neat mess of flowers at your feet
Soft colors and sweet smells
Blatantly flooding your senses
She’s the type of gorgeous,
You could never forget.
About the Creator
Beau Green
i have an uncurable illness called 'teenage emotions', and you all have to deal with it. sorry not sorry.
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Wow! Good one.