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Fingers stained green and blue With oil paint Almost as to taint and tempt Still As the white streams down Over the caverns of her hands Wait as the last of it Ends up back in the ground Continue with your lack of plans A free streak across a canvas A quick glance over the sky Initiates inspiration As she shields her eyes From the sun and its beating rays Take a breath and gaze She’s amazed at all the beauty And is taken into song Transforms it into art As she hums along Infusion into limbs Engrained into her mind She feels tremendous solace In simply forming shapes from lines Counting down the days From the beginning of a year Documenting in remembrance To recall both joy and tears Bike handlebars and fish And shifting snow and sun She thinks what will become of her When all of this is done She’ll study the mind And dance through the days As the last are just beyond And on the rise She’ll find the fear in the unknown In which beauty is disguised Splash the feeling on a sheet And see what will become Snap a photo Blinded flash She’s immersed in love And life and everything And what all of it means She’s confused and unenthused Yet simultaneously intrigued Among the gifted Swimming in a fountain Of insecurity and time Wrapped up in a blue, knit sweater As to isolate the mind To see it all, all of what this is Through her almond eyes Is to inspire a kaleidoscope Of colors that flash across A blank sky Although intermittent It all ties end to end She’s up and down and back again So fly girl, fly I know you well And your wings will be lined With stories to tell She’ll grow and change Because she’s beautiful In a way that’s all her own Rooted deeply in a haven Herself her home
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
I can see a lot of life in Sara
Fingers stained green and blue With oil paint Almost as to taint and tempt Still As the white streams down Over the caverns of her hands Wait as the last of it Ends up back in the ground Continue with your lack of plans A free streak across a canvas A quick glance over the sky Initiates inspiration As she shields her eyes From the sun and its beating rays Take a breath and gaze She’s amazed at all the beauty And is taken into song Transforms it into art As she hums along Infusion into limbs Engrained into her mind She feels tremendous solace In simply forming shapes from lines Counting down the days From the beginning of a year Documenting in remembrance To recall both joy and tears Bike handlebars and fish And shifting snow and sun She thinks what will become of her When all of this is done She’ll study the mind And dance through the days As the last are just beyond And on the rise She’ll find the fear in the unknown In which beauty is disguised Splash the feeling on a sheet And see what will become Snap a photo Blinded flash She’s immersed in love And life and everything And what all of it means She’s confused and unenthused Yet simultaneously intrigued Among the gifted Swimming in a fountain Of insecurity and time Wrapped up in a blue, knit sweater As to isolate the mind To see it all, all of what this is Through her almond eyes Is to inspire a kaleidoscope Of colors that flash across A blank sky Although intermittent It all ties end to end She’s up and down and back again So fly girl, fly I know you well And your wings will be lined With stories to tell She’ll grow and change Because she’s beautiful In a way that’s all her own Rooted deeply in a haven Herself her home
mackenzie-johnson
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
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