She smiles, lights up the dark
She opens her eyes, sapphire and sharp
Rain kills the candles, snuffs the Sun
as the wind howls her name, so haunting
So genuine 

She walks, they fall at her feet
A zephyr of magic wafts in from the East
“Who’s she calling?” they ask her as one
“It’s already here,” she whispers
So genuine
Seas rise, the tempest divine
She raises her hands to the bruised swollen skies
It sweeps the cursed earth, sparing none
She watches it all with her eyes closed,
So lovely,
So genuine

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Tempy commented on Genuine


this is really good. I thought it was very nicely written

cliftondurant commented on Genuine


this is a beautiful poem lovely written and a nice flow thanks for sharing

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Tauremini’s Poems (15)

Title Comments
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Sweet Hypnosis 1
Reach For The Stars 0
A Passion Beyond Compare 0
Take a Walk With Me (pt.2) 0
Where All Rivers Lead 0
Genuine 2
Luna Sinisti 0
Atrophy 0
A Dark Spectacle 0
There's No Such Thing As Goodbye 0
And So They Burned 0
Paint a Portrait 0
That Road 0
If 0
Forever After 0