Sunday, May 26, 2013

Eleven O'clock Sun.

    Eleven O'clock Sun.




Echoes of the flower
Blooming before my heart.
It's a kind of magic,
Rejuvenation that you start.

Bright enough to blind,
Careful am I to see,
Looking at such beauty,
Gliding in front of me.

Wonderful light you bring,
Evoking a state of love.
Warmth upon my soul,
Grace from up above.

Teasing me to grow,
Rise to my full height,
Beloved dearly by her face,
Inspired I, within her sight.







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