"Lit up like fire, she bloomed, turned to you without gloom, with ambition and desire. For every thorn of love, she will go out on a wire. Dancing with the music of her heart, living blissfully in natures art. She twirls her feathered skirt, catching whirlwinds of chemistry. You can leap into her arms and fly with her, but you choose to die without her. A lesson to the fella who sent the spark to her eyes, you can dance even if you cannot find a melody. She is a woman, she bequeaths to you harmony. For it is her in the light of the moon, who will still love you at noon. " ~ Sami K Smith 2013~
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 07:59:06 +0000
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