No pattern of stars in the night sky can match
The design of scars and blemishes
That mark your skin.
So allow me to trace my fingers across them
And paint a picture of everything
The night skies envy.
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Tagged as Amit, beauty, Envy, poetry, prose, Skin, Sky, Stars, Writing, Zeeshan
ah such beautiful weaving. gorgeous, Zeeshan!
Thank You Himani 🙂 I love the way you weave your words as well.
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