Saturday, December 3, 2011

Supernova

The intrinsic colors of mystery rain over us
Sprinkling so light, yet storming at the mere moment of passion.
Each mile grows with a brighter color

Lingering thoughts, sugar tasting sweet like a technicolored bliss;;
This passion runs through my veins like a
wild sea of fuchsia

Floating along is so peaceful, and so full of adventure.
Secret adventures that capture my mind;
Scarlet poppies lead me down the path of discretion

Blissfully enjoying my technicolored warmth.

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