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We walked Together Underneath the canopy of delicate green While soft golden sunlight sifted down to us He asked and I told the story My story He gazed thoughtfully back at me And said simply, “That was beautiful. But I think you missed the part About your smiles The radiance The colors.” I smiled back at him And he saw my soul weeping I smiled Only. I had no words. How could I explain To this beautiful man That there I saw colors Now. All around him And me. How could I explain All the little bubbles of light that floated Between us Around us He put them there Without saying a word He conjured up More Stars Shooting stars And waited for me to smile For my soul To lift How could I explain Every little spark that the stars left behind, Burned slowly Gently Warming me from my core Deep in my bones And worked its way outwards To my face To my lips As a smile. And still He looked at me Waiting for a response I think. And I said, With a smile, “There are colors Now There is light. Now There is You."
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
How Could I Explain
We walked Together Underneath the canopy of delicate green While soft golden sunlight sifted down to us He asked and I told the story My story He gazed thoughtfully back at me And said simply, “That was beautiful. But I think you missed the part About your smiles The radiance The colors.” I smiled back at him And he saw my soul weeping I smiled Only. I had no words. How could I explain To this beautiful man That there I saw colors Now. All around him And me. How could I explain All the little bubbles of light that floated Between us Around us He put them there Without saying a word He conjured up More Stars Shooting stars And waited for me to smile For my soul To lift How could I explain Every little spark that the stars left behind, Burned slowly Gently Warming me from my core Deep in my bones And worked its way outwards To my face To my lips As a smile. And still He looked at me Waiting for a response I think. And I said, With a smile, “There are colors Now There is light. Now There is You."
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smita
Indian
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
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