Make Pearls From Beads
I opened my eyes,
Which means I'm still alive.
The rays were little blurry,
But I could see the light.
.
Last colors of my dream
Were fading in the night.
Will paint predictions later,
The artist never dies.
.
Chigòng and yoga,
Begin my every day.
Last drops of sleepiness,
Completely away.
.
How many wonders
Potentially we have.
Full day of miracles,
Was for me ahead.
.
The gourmet magic,
Created number one.
Those little pinky buds,
Brought the taste to life.
.
O thank you Florida,
The sunny weather rocks.
But many times we say
Complaints about that.
.
The keys in car and zoom,
No waiting for the bus.
The faithful horse awoke,
Got ready just for us.
.
Hello, Thank you, How are you?
It seems annoying, so fake.
But try without it and feel,
Like you ate piece of their cake.
.
My friends invited me to lunch,
We cried to death by simple laughs.
And later dancing, what a treat.
What could I ask for - my retreat.
The evening comes, the day is over.
The grace for food then lights are out.
The life is string and days are threaded.
Make Pearls from beads - that what it's all about.
Copyright © Russell Grushco | Year Posted 2016
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