the music of a minute
racing through time
the sounds of a second
trying to unwind
the purple of the air
and the dew drops
soaking the despair
there he was
the boy in blue
the boy who loved
everything i do
~
the magic of a myriad
thoughts in my head
the speed of the subtle
eyes that met
the street at night
the silhouette and the light
there she was
the woman in green
the woman who loved
all my dreams
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
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3 comments:
Woman in green
wat abt the woman in green?
i do wish VG's eyes wouldn't keep doing that boogle bug thing.
and yes, what about the woman in green?
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