as love seems to be dazzled
by the light of the soul as divine
as when revered by the bliss as destined
luscious yet luminous as the nature seems
yet seemingly endless and eternal
as revered by the faith of the truth
that inspires the songs of sorrow
as ever crooning by the gleams of beauty
when resourced from true union of souls,
the pain and pathos when smudged by reality
the very melodies of sadden tears fledging
as when appeals to be mingled by the glory of love
when attired by the beauty of silhouetted
of sweet language of resounding alphabets
yet I disagree to disappear from the stance
as I would like to conquer the dream..............
A curve deserving a thousand tiny kisses for every nerve.This curve, this concave curve of skin – hotter than stomach, closer than knees.A shallow sunken finger-walkable road, This unnamed curve, this slight and manly gentle curve.A most intimatecurvecaressable curve, a shadow place for me to lie.This curve forgets all other angles. i love it, thanks for sharing
Dr Kar! Nice write, you shall conquer that dream one day! *10*! ! ! Thad
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Light spills over the full field of spent goldenrod and asters, flower heads glowing white as an old goat's beard.The roadside weeds have turned flowers into seeds, captured sunlight, each wispy seed a promise stored for a new bloom of goldenrod and aster blue.