My breath is stolen...
In this moment of perfection.
Comfortably seated at the base of this tree.
But, you are missing.
As I look up-
The brilliant sun's light
piercing through the limbs and leaves
As they sway gently with the breeze
Oh how I wish you could see this...
My spirit embellishes in this..
The sounds-
The warmth-
This moment...
is God.
The highest power...
Strong enough to make a strong woman
such as myself-
melt.
Into the helpless seduction
of such pure peace.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
My breath is stolen...
In this moment of perfection.
Comfortably seated at the base of this tree.
But, you are missing.
As I look up-
The brilliant sun's light
piercing through the limbs and leaves
As they sway gently with the breeze
Oh how I wish you could see this...
My spirit embellishes in this..
The sounds-
The warmth-
This moment...
is God.
The highest power...
Strong enough to make a strong woman
such as myself-
melt.
Into the helpless seduction
of such pure peace.
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