Beauty of Her Blackness In Our Midst, By JRob The WiseSon (part 1 of 10)

Her beauty touches

My heart in hush tones

That doesn't sounds like

The sweet whisper of her voice

As I knew it to be

When its said

Into a wind that

Is Blowing in

Scattered patterns

That twists my words

In circles

While Gazing into

a beautiful pond

Of the reflection of a moon

That does not shine

Because its embarrassed

By brighter stars

So it hides its beauty

Because its indifferent

Indulgence to all that

Is known by those

With pure intentions

As a new cycle of

Circled wind comes back

Around to display the

Beautiful inflection

The hushed tones

Of her melodic voice exhibits

As she whispers

The most beautiful melody

Of I love you in the direction

Of circled winds

that now surrounds me

As if she continues to say

She loves me over and

over and over again

From every direction

Before the sound ceases

and the moon is finally visual

Displaying the truest

Of all beauty in the night

As if the moon and stars

Decided that the

Truest of all beauties

Is best shared together

In our midst

WRITTEN BY

JRob The WiseSon

A Deeper Shade of Soul Ent.LLC

November, 2020

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