I Dedicate These Things To Who I Am
A water fall, and streams of tender beauty,
emerging through the night, whispers in silence
of rivers with naked hearts,
Roses dancing with
the stars over their heads, and singing Rock
Bands with love songs,
A thou chocolate kisses that melt
and turn to sweet hymns, and like little drops of heaven
more peace grows in my white footsteps,
Warm up a thou
fur, fur that never stops caressing the night,
A nocturnal flower
waiting to be kissed,
I am like the word Precious,
because precious cannot be ignored,
Like a placid lake and falling thin rain
bringing a gentle slow melody,
captivating each touch,
I am not these things
they just live in me.
Copyright©ElenaToledo2011
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