The Word Perfection Poem by deborah shepard

Spoken that word "Perfection"

Sometimes when the earth hums
Our soul craves, calmer waters
Lasting memories of emulsion love
Feeling deep roots of satisfaction
Spoken word perfection again

Reaching into ones soul, feeling light
Tasting the wares of a market place at early morn
Watching blooms in early stages of rebirth
Breathing salty air, walking along finding sea shells

Waters run deep, slowly captivating movement
Creatures awakening to find quite solace
Fur babies curl in there mothers arms to Esselte on last sleep
Earth continues to hum, spoken word perfection