ideas thoughts imagining perception of beauty fluttering wings abound nymphs in the sky reflection nymphs in the abyss goddess training grounds dancing photons brilliance unfolding imagination critical ingredient without what would you see smeared paint splattered palette knife magic flowing and dripping imperfections
Thistle You are so beautiful Fierce in appearance I can imagine Stepping on you With bare feet Here and there I can hear my screech Your thorns Thwarting an invasion Imagining with delight The love of a country You are Legend Magic starts Seeds waiting For the sun to shine Floating in the dark of the night Like a puffy cloud Once Brilliant photons Start raining down You thistledown As if it’s just your dream Blown by the wind
Soul of a flower So beautiful So sweet Photons rain on you Dirt is no match Creatures adore Spreading your love Respecting your wild ways All while it’s just you Being you So inspiring Was that really you? I hope... ~ The moment you find the beauty in all the adversity in facing your own thoughts
Reduction asper daylight hours to worship will immediately arise after 2018 North American orbital trip, viz zits summer solstice (human primal solar deification) riding astride spaceship Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem
Thursday June 21st noticeably slip ping thru space beginning to harvest incremental darkness as Gaia rip pulls across wrinkle in time daylight will undermine a loss,
and over the next month approximately jip ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol quotidian solar rays, by one hour and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds), thence trumpeting seriously moonlighting re:
getting down to brass tacks business - grip ping a markedly steadfast advancement, whence August arrives (watch out), cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip, and clock about two minutes per diem, quite a substantial blip.
Even when he walked through that door for the first time The thought of engaging with him in any sort was a crime Ultimately my first thought was Now I understand why we never crossed paths An aggressive, secluded, sexist male entity However, preoccupied by my own judgement, he thought me to be pretty And all of a sudden, that grotesque mortal molded into a handsome beast Nurturing, loving, controversial but attentive the least Gracefully and gradually I fell for his mediocre personality, Him Oblivious and blinded by his own ****** of happiness, I, - hypnotized by the fairy tale, did not see the photons of our love go dim.