Eyes painted vivid streaks
that filled up the amorphous nothingness, teeming in the mildew... Different shades of grey rendered by emptiness vaporized into the sky, Touched by the wings of the mighty glow afloat in the clouds, Bearing your name, the name engraved in my heart.
The elements in the nature, sky, Sun, wind and mildew remind me of him.
Bleached with orange And a touch of pink Scenes like this Showcase how a beautiful moment Is only ever temporary
I do love flowers,
not for being beautiful! For being flower.
“O que ouviu os meus versos disse-me: que tem isso de novo?“
(“Someone who heard my verses, said to me: what is new with it?”, 1918, Alberto Caeiro [Fernando Pessoa] ) Collection "Appearances"
The taste of my lover is like a scent from a rose
Like a melody from the singing bird With the beauty that covers her face Like an apple tree in the forest l long to have her in my arms.
horizons of dimness. Tipsy light touching golden Kisses in the Sky. Sunsets drooping with bleeding teardrops. All rights and Copyright belongs to ©BSM 2o21-5-23
I feeling a friends
Hurt she was really depressed but we talked and she's well and I have many more from feeling her pain as we are very connected my soul sister we understand each other very well as I've had my moments of dark days and sadness and depression it's not fun.
Being that beauty
Simply as she breathes Every leaf is shaking She enchants them for real Her touch makes them red, Yellow, orange and brown Now they can't help But gracefully fall Like ballerinas they dance In musky-sweet air A short moment of joy Before they join their colleagues In a pile of fallen leaves Glowing under the sun. ©kg
Ripe feelings fill the balmy air
And ride the summer breeze They twist and dip and whisper Throughout the wizened Trees They paint a vivid picture Full of memory Of a once caged heart Now soaring full and free They tell their tale with gusto A sense of hushed pride They speak softly to the flowers Of a love that’s undenied. The flowers tell their flower friends Then those, they do the same; Every blooming rose bush Knew the couples names They gossiped and they whispered All chattering with ease Till the story shuffled off With a couple bumbling bees These bees they traveled far away Telling the tale along their ride Of loves triumphs and elations- And soon they heard she’d be his bride And buzzed “congratulations!” The couple looked into each other’s eyes that day And said their loving I dos While Mother Nature smiled on Delighted by the news