Jeffery runs with the mighty stallions.
He soars sky high like the bold eagles.
Jeffery's face is a strong, sturdy style. Those eyes
fall
gracefully complimenting his silky lips.
I gasp for breath at thoughts of actually meeting him.
Unfortunatley, I never will. He exsits only in my mind, blissfully
making me stronger and helping me acheive the impossible. He guides me out of ruts in the journey of life.
Thicker and Thicker
Deeper and Deeper,
I always cut through the underbrush!
1 comment:
I love the stallion metaphor continued to the last line! What an exciting tone and rhythm to match. Alliteration is begining to come natural to you!
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