Reality
By Linrose
Moistened grass beneath my feet, Scent of roses, a perfume treat, Chocolate melting in my mouth, Time freezes, watching geese fly south, Music swirls throughout my being – My heart expands with what I’m hearing; Awakened senses, so very real, Yet touch dimensions surreal; Imagination now takes over – I see the stars within my grasp, I hear the music of the spheres, Cosmic energy my heart does clasp, While scent of solar gases nears; My soul then tastes infinity. Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 10:39 AM PST 0 • 10
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