White field of snow
Spotted landscape of potential
Cheap and imperfect
But lovely nonetheless
The professional chisels
Fills the cracks with paint
The brute inspects
Passing judgement on lines
The shining mother kisses
Sometimes with burning lips
But the lover is special
She looks past the surface
Using her piercing eyes
She sees the true beauty
The lover kisses
With her whole body
The lover twists
Fears into aspirations
The lover paints
The brightest colors
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
White field of snow
Spotted landscape of potential
Cheap and imperfect
But lovely nonetheless
The professional chisels
Fills the cracks with paint
The brute inspects
Passing judgement on lines
The shining mother kisses
Sometimes with burning lips
But the lover is special
She looks past the surface
Using her piercing eyes
She sees the true beauty
The lover kisses
With her whole body
The lover twists
Fears into aspirations
The lover paints
The brightest colors
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