Sensitive greens...
Holding tightly to the sounds of breathe
To the complexity that is unraveling before these greens
Fluidity composed of such grace and poise
A phenomeneon I must connect to.
My unquenchable thirst
Beauty, who pinned that word
Overused like love
Something so magnificent
Needs it's own dictionary.
A new type of language, one much deeper
A style that resides with Greek goddesses in their glory
One that dwells with fairytales and magic
A tale of it's own
Paradise perfection,
That is what I face
This phenomeneon, you reside in solace
Blessed to see, to be a part
To allow my senses to absorb every second I can
What a wonderful life I live
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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