A series of simple musings (5)

A maiden with brunette, long tresses

Looking over the mystical turquoise river

Flowing with a gushing, roaring sonance

Spotted by the passerby

Glimpsing heaven in their dark, hazel eyes

Assumptions, they are exasperating.

A maiden by the lake, though heavenly,

Isn’t a damsel in distress,

For once she turned away from the tranquil river,

She hadn’t that delicate, helpless physiognomy

Her fiery, sapphire eyes brighter than the resting blue skies

Dauntless, resoluteness, a mere haven one can grasp

From just a glance

At those divine, cherubic yet unswervable eyes.

(image cred: youreadmymind)