Canvas with oil painting upon the beach backdrop rile imagination,
With the couple dancing in the sandy ocean bank.
The lady in red curves with the wind,
While the gentleman leads with a waltz.
It's this fantasy that drives our inner movement,
And like a music we follow the tune of the moments,
While define the characters within our actions!
If a painting spoke to me,
I believe "The Singing Bulter" was saying Carpe Diem,
Because dancing in the wind is living in the moment.
To dressed to impress,
True to the movement,
Being one with each other!
It is the sweet taste in the air,
For nothing in the world matter but that moment,
Because love needs no words to express a thought.
So say "The Singing Butler!"
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
Canvas with oil painting upon the beach backdrop rile imagination,
With the couple dancing in the sandy ocean bank.
The lady in red curves with the wind,
While the gentleman leads with a waltz.
It's this fantasy that drives our inner movement,
And like a music we follow the tune of the moments,
While define the characters within our actions!
If a painting spoke to me,
I believe "The Singing Bulter" was saying Carpe Diem,
Because dancing in the wind is living in the moment.
To dressed to impress,
True to the movement,
Being one with each other!
It is the sweet taste in the air,
For nothing in the world matter but that moment,
Because love needs no words to express a thought.
So say "The Singing Butler!"
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