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Christine Le Poem
If you are a spider
I am the web you spin
If you are a lonely cocoon
I am the butterfly transforming within
If you are a restless pencil
I am the words you eagerly write
If you are a troubled willow tree
I am the gentle breeze caressing you at night
If you are the hot, fiery sun
I am the relieving moon when we touch in an eclipse
If you are a rock thrown far out to sea
I am the wave into which you zealously dip
If you are a pastel of oily paints
I am the paintbrush that runs through your colors
A stroke of my bristles evoke your mixed emotions
And together we create art that expresses our deep amours
Copyright © Christine Le | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Le Poem
Willingly I float like a bubble not yet punctured
through endless fields of imagination
Aimlessly I wander without a destination
Drawn into an untainted world
A pure, blissful realm painted with virginity
I am calmed by nature’s talents as I fall into the web of felicity
I hear the wordless echo of the friendly spirits
Their gentle voices of crystal erase reality’s influence
The comforting hands of enchantment pull me away from the world’s choking grip
And release me into the breath of innocence
As I float on weightless clouds of cotton candy
The burden of restriction, like the day, slowly disappears
My eager fantasies escape their suffocating boundaries
And my daydream opens its eyes again, despite of all the fears
I ease away from heartless Earth
As I ease into the better ambience
To a place where my heart can breathe unafraid
And not be encumbered by the face of grievance
Copyright © Christine Le | Year Posted 2006
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