You come stubborn.
Computer graffiti!
Fire pool!
Dazzling!
Shocking!
Soothing!
You leave me without words…
Little I am.
So little,
As i try to grasp.
You dazzle.
Shock!
Soothe!
And over again.

I go every night in the window to look at it.
Little bud that grows each day.
Today it looked white like silk.
Jasmine is expected to bloom.
I can not wait the day to see

All i could think in my head,
Was to run!
Find something to catch on, and just run!
…Run! Run! Run!

My mother is a story teller
She likes it sensual in the hands of a mistress
She likes it creepy on a scary coastline
She likes it bright on a sunny morning
She likes it beautiful on the petals of a flower

My mother nature tells stories
Some soothing
Some hard to comprehend
And all in all
I love her.

I love to look at you
Beautiful flower
I like your color
And the soft touch of your petals
But oh
You are an illusion
Beauty I create with my own eyes.

Does?
Little ***** Guy?
Has sense of aesthetics?

A girl with a rainbow boot
Comes stealthily to my garden.
I only know,
She is there,
When I see flowers