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Sunday, 21 January 2007
To my muse special call Aline, Brazilian Brunnete Inolvidable., by Fabio Ferreira de Souza Junior (Brazil)
Mood:  flirty
Topic: Scenes

             SHE MUSE

 

                                           She muse

                                           Distinct

                                     Energy Divine

                                        Model special

                                        Flower call desire

                               Rose denominated magic

                                    Simple single singular

                             Big air force from bird madrigal 

                     Girl of dream week in paradise celestial

                         You loving me, I am poetry in desert way

                    I am sad for she, I am mine destiny she is she

                              I am love true, false illusion

                              Exercise to live an inspiration

                         Lesson alive in field of extreme emotion

                               Particularly, Really, Simplified motion

                     Camera in the vision limited from origin action 

                         You my very good gift, goodness, brunette invisible

                            You woman of my life eternally visible

                              You death of passion for you my angel impossible

                                 You symbiosis, masterpiece of artist canvas

                                     I am for you fly of winter, water blue

                                          I am flies various in their body

                                            I am having an unlimited access in the skin

                                                I am for you, you and I, par perfect…


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Monday, 18 July 2005
Purple Warmth
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Scenes
Purple Warmth

by Annette Walker


Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.
The rich colors seen in a rainbow
fade one to the next from red to violet
but always rest on
the subtle sweet color of purple.

When watching a golden sunset
on the clear western horizon,
purple is the one final hue
that tells of the coming night
as it touches the land and dips behind the earth.

It is the final taunting to neighborhood children
playing freeze tag down the red brick street
before they must quickly scurry home on scooters and bikes
for bubble baths and bedtime stories.

Purple is the single thin ribbon
in a field of florescent flowers
that reminds us of the soft gentle touch
God has lain down upon the world.

Purple soothes the aching soul
in Lavenders Blues song and rhyme.
It settles the anxious restless child
at bedtime into sound slumber.
Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.

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