Visions
By kenp
Through the small viewfinder an aborable vision appears, a very striking woman sitting in her chair. Long light auborn hair softly flowing over tender shoulders bare, soft hair gently parted off her forehead where, gentle steel eyes focus on the task that to her is crystal clear. Her delicate soft nose partially conceals the view, of velvet crimson lips where a hint of a smile is showing through, to warm the hearts of all who stand within any room. Long sleek tender fingers rap out their tapping tune on the ivory keyboard since mornings early dawn. A gentle downward pressure then a smooth release and this lovely vision is captured for all time, imprinted deeply in the emulsion of my memory, secure there for all time. Now I'm frequently drawn into that darkroom in my mind printing out this picture, this vision in my mind Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 06:15 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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