A female body

Is filled with fruit

Folded so perfectly

Kissed by natures roots

 

Do not deny

For their beauty

Is to be testified

To praise is ones duty

 

Each edge carved

Like wooden artifacts

Strong and study

Our love is not an act.

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Painting by: Francine Van Hove

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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