Dedicated to: baby_galaxies_
Within The Canvas
My Thoughts are clear
As much as my feelings are slured
Yet it grants the freedom that
I imagine I'd feel if I
were a bird
And amidst the tones and hues
That blends
to the curve of my unwritten words
I dab
And mix
And find a world
Within the swirl of my
Chocolate milk
But that was just for tea.
Its Now or Never
I'm alive with this new Drive
For every stroke reveals a new surprise.
Aesthetically
It was pleasing
But the measure of spiritual healing
Simply could not be accounted for.
I saw the sounds
And tasted the moon light
Perhaps this once I was right
To read a perception
And believe in a color
Dreaming away a life unheard
That I can heed the scream
As I uncovered my reflection
And let the world adore it.
Could she be that type of girl?
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
ŞiirThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
