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I want to paint a picture of butterfly kisses on gentle Sunday mornings. A silver tray, with a long stemmed rose. A pot of tea and A delicate china cup. I want to paint a picture of a four poster bed, satin sheets. White laced curtains. The rays of the sun permeating the room, shining through the white curtains. I want to paint a picture of tender fingers that trace a line on my shoulder blades. To return my smile without unnecessary words. I want to paint a picture of calm, of peace and of a tranquil moment to look upon when I'm awakened by the glaring Sound of my alarm clock. or the loud angry voices of my fighting neighbors Through the thin paper walls of My apartment. I rush about, getting ready to face another day. Sustained by the image of gentle Sunday mornings a delicate china cup of tea. The scent of a long stemmed rose the filtered glow of sunlight, And a simple kiss. |
ohhhh..lovely indeed! a great imagery. i can see all this happening in front of me and it's so very delicately written. a fav for sure.| Posted on 2006-03-15 00:00:00 | by vedanta19 | [ Reply to This ] | Hmmm, this is beautiful. I like the imagery in it. It makes me picture everything you're writing. I like the first lines best though. | | Posted on 2006-03-09 00:00:00 | by darkened_soul | [ Reply to This ] | |