When the sun dried up the moss, and the sea washed over it,
a thick, pale, green milk pooled into your eyes,
and your olive, tan skin glows, and your wispy hair shines,
and you’re too pretty to be any older than a child,
but you didn’t stay a child long anyways, did you?
And when you grow up fast, do you grow much at all?
You are a cowering six feet tall!
But you’re too bold to remain so shy,
too brave and too strong, and God knows why-
you say God’s been the provision, the God you know you need,
the God who’s never left those eyes he made,
so ivory green.
Alphabet Ravine 
I love this! ❤❤❤
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Thank you! 🙂
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Your poetic write is magnificently wonderful.
The imagery in your work is both full of hope and beauty of colors. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
P.S If you have time on your end, stop by and read my newest post. I think or hope you’ll enjoy the short poem. It’s about Christmas.
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