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 Jan 2016 Rachel
m i a
five senses.*

Touch--
her skin was soft and smooth like a canvas, and being an artist, I had an irresistible urge to paint her with the love burning in my heart.

Sight--
My eyes reflected the dark and her eyes reflected the stars, when our eyes connected from afar we became a constellation within our hearts.

Hearing--
her voice, it's so soft, it's so divine, no matter what comes out of her mouth, it always sounds like a tune from Apollo's harp

Smell--
her scent is unique, a masterpiece of a perfume : the perfect concoction of all the right fragrant flowers on this Earth...Her scent is peculiar, an aromatic one that will never leave my memory.


Taste--
her lips infused my taste buds with an unbelievably magical taste of strawberries.
Written by; NamelessWonder & M i a . I wanted to try something new for fun, hope you enjoyed it. Basically an artist is describing his lover through imagery and using the five human senses. <3
the real question is not
    whether god exists
but whether you believe in one
no matter which denomination

do you believe
    that there is someone
    who commands your fate
    created everything
    makes earth move and the universe
    protects the good and punishes the bad
    and will reward you after death
        according to the life you led
    with everlasting bliss
         or fiery hell eternal

or do you rather think
    that it is our responsibility alone
    to live in peace  
         not war
    protect all life
        not only our own
    and not pretend
        that hunger  sickness
        lack of water and clean air
       are simply  natural  

if you are a believer
     remember all religions
     respect all forms of life

if you are prone to think it's humans' obligation
     remember those who do believe
     may also strive  to do their best

the common goal of all
should be the recognition
     that whatsoever god
     may have created us
     would not have wished
     for our abolition
 Jan 2016 Rachel
Eriko
Sights
 Jan 2016 Rachel
Eriko
sometimes I see everything*
*but sometimes nothing at all
 Jan 2016 Rachel
Gracie Knoll
When I'm alone I dream of days lost In the many folds of Time's robes
Who's errors have been forgot but Who's joys have been replayed
When I'm sad I think of all those Friends I lost along the way
I think of how they shaped me
And made me who I am today
And I thank them all for leaving me
And for the room they made
They have left a legacy
That I cannot trade
They have written history
As history was made
You*
    May
       Say
          It
   And Feel
       It

**But I Don't
Fourth in my series of 'lies', click on #mylittlelies and #mytruths to read the rest.
Thanks.
 Jan 2016 Rachel
Lunar
love [5w]
 Jan 2016 Rachel
Love
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
 Jan 2016 Rachel
Lost love
1000 nights of you
500 days without you
It only took one day to fall in love with you.
Im glad I share it with you.
I love you.
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