And I Swear Her Lips Were Summer Saccharose

Location

I run into ethereal flowers

Of her

Like dulcet daisies

And jocund jasmines

She has patience of saints

And

Sounds of empathy

Resonating within

Like wisps

Of heaven

Poetry Slam: 
#NoFilter Scholarship Slam - CLOSED
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 
Consonance

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