I adore you
Not as a collector idolizes what's his to keep
You're beautiful
the cusp of your hills
leading to a shallow sink hole
just before the meadows
You're perfect
The circular masses
surrounded by pure white sand
Even when it rains
emotions gleam flawlessly
You're joy
Hide poorly your white city
Covered by soft rose gardens
That part
In a way that evokes happiness
Within me
I adore you
Not the way a collector
Idolizes what isn't his to keep
But as
A traveler...
Lost in another land
...finds himself.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
I adore you
Not as a collector idolizes what's his to keep
You're beautiful
the cusp of your hills
leading to a shallow sink hole
just before the meadows
You're perfect
The circular masses
surrounded by pure white sand
Even when it rains
emotions gleam flawlessly
You're joy
Hide poorly your white city
Covered by soft rose gardens
That part
In a way that evokes happiness
Within me
I adore you
Not the way a collector
Idolizes what isn't his to keep
But as
A traveler...
Lost in another land
...finds himself.
