*Just like the day I turned the corner,
And came face to face
With the majesty suspended from the sky;
The huge white paint brush strokes
Gleaming brighter than their metallic counterparts,
Just like how everyday these soft lines
Grow prettier as the sun shifts;
With their colors providing what land cannot give,
The serenity of an uncleaned palette
In the never ending sky,
This is how you take my breath away.*
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
*Just like the day I turned the corner,
And came face to face
With the majesty suspended from the sky;
The huge white paint brush strokes
Gleaming brighter than their metallic counterparts,
Just like how everyday these soft lines
Grow prettier as the sun shifts;
With their colors providing what land cannot give,
The serenity of an uncleaned palette
In the never ending sky,
This is how you take my breath away.*
