I stood by the creek dancing to the water in my head as it dances. The cool breeze of this quiet evening brushing over my skin. So much as a stone thrown by a child makes it dance. With such disturbance it takes into itself and lets out so gracefully. So if I am the stone thrown into the water let her take me into her arms so gracefully. Let her beauty and passion consumer me and take me away with her. So that I too may see the world in its glory and the colors that lift my spirit away into a painting.
Like the humming bird that drinks from the flower….Let me drink from you.
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Sabature 