Red, and it's my best colour My favourite mood Smooth with lust and passion But remember to take time Recluse and resign In crimson divine Rest your body And your mind Teach your soul new things
Retreat to your sweet tooth With sister shades of beetroot Magic promotions of your moon-tide Emotion hurling joyride Relax as your muscles un-hide Find your knots and dots And plot as you breathe the outside
Paint yourself in feelings of taboo Slip sleepy into daydreams Ego embrace as you create A silhouette that forgets she is you
When I think of life, I see an empty canvas ready to be painted upon, or open blank pages that are waiting to be written on. A baby is born, their first words in a book say; "where am I?" "what is this world" "this is so cool" or some babies have an anxiety "bring me back into mothers womb?" "I' am scared, what is this?" But as you say, they do not know how to speak our language, maybe not by tongue but in their little cubicle minds...they have a language we once understood then only time could tell.... When I think of life, I see empty pages and canvases waiting to be spilled onto, but some art dusty and rusty, gone through 0-100 and have no space left but to die and leave it to the rest, because all those pages have been fulfilled. Life carries on, into the next barrier of a woman's womb...and that is truly where the first page starts, or the first speck of paint draws...into the ****** of a fruitful woman most babies will call their mother.
Colorful balloons, chilly sunny sphere. Princess lady Temi Otedola rebirth, ➕ 1⃣ today. She made it through the womb to a billionaire life. Chosen and heavenly elected. Happy Birthday Teddy mama, here are mine wishes to you. A salubrious happy filled life of peace. Happy Birthday mama Teddies. #c9_fm
*** Belated Birthday Wishes
Goes out to Temi Otedola, Femi Otedola's daughter.