d gras undr my feet, up ahead, the purple moon talkin, wyl the clouds weep and i drnk its tears. lyin on my bak, the sand warm, the sun caressing m body, as the wave snd riples throu my skin, carying my soul to paradise as i watch the clouds formin dolfins throu closd eyes. dots flotin on top of my iris, mist showring my slip as fgments of abstract imagnations fill my head. words from the void come to lyf as i continue to fantasyz of dreams that defy reality - just got lost. find me.
Saturday, October 08, 2011
A tiny secret on my hip
Dandelions on my hip -- an oracle of time and love.
It is faithfulness at it's most pleasant and joyous. It is a child at play, a girl's wishes coming true, butterflies dancing, an exotic romantic daydream, a happy place, a wonderful escape. a secret love affair, random kisses, a stolen glance... and the list goes on.
It is freedom, good fortune and romance topped with chocolate thoughts. It is the energy that teaches the true meaning of love and life.
It is every thing that made this life meaningful.
It is love.
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