You are the one
The One is you
Never ever a plaything
to be left in the veranda
When It rains.
Dilemma tales consume
the perfects of minds.
The wrists of the phantasm
are vapours that dew
the shades you wear,
not the ones that will
stop you from going.
What goes and not returns
never belonged, not worthy
for moistening those
tender parts,
just as silence
may be an answer
too deep to penetrate.
But still one keeps
returning stilly,
for the aroma of
the raw, the pure and the real
that rains can not wash.
Its still raining here
and I am not wet
for I am not real.
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.....love
8/7/2011 6:02:46 AM
Hey you came back. ;) Good. You belong in The Thrift Shop. We have Sunday tasks here, too..special on hearts (just cracked a little.) Just wander in and browse a bit. Remember that patronage like yours is the reason we stay in business. [eliese3]
8/7/2011 1:17:31 PM
yes baby...it is beautiful and it is....
love
8/8/2011 3:52:02 AM
While you're working soooo hard ;)
"shower-mail" from your little girlie girl
8/9/2011 7:50:08 AM
I do love this. But I must say that at one time or another everyone leaves their "plaything" in the rain. [ReinyLane]
8/15/2011 1:56:20 AM
light blue eyes, soft golden hair, perfect bikini tan lines....the amazing curves -all belong to you
waiting for you in your bed...
kisses kisses mmmmmm the wake up