![]() Introduction: "To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.” ― Dejan Stojanovic Sunday Morning It’s a misty morning, a fresh breeze lightly caresses flowers in bloom A conversation ends suddenly; quiet enters an intermission to soon Her heart is hypnotized in whimsical contemplation; a seduction in his touch Lost in dreams with sentimentality bursting elatedly for life, sound and such His voice has beguiled her soul, as the wind to a siren, you see Into some magnificent possibility of what is or even might be Shedding water droplets, she walks slowly through the mist Towards the edge of earth, where he resides and trees subsist. Diana Mary Sharpton ~ © All Rights Reserve copywrite 2015 "Let's Face The Music And Dance" There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance Let's face the music and dance Before the fiddlers have fled Before they ask us to pay the bill and while we still have the chance Let's face the music and dance Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then There may be teardrops to shed So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance Let's face the music and dance References: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/dianakrall/letsfacethemusicanddance.html manque toi, mon chéri. Vous avez capturer non seulement mon âme, mais aussi mon esprit. Vous donnant tendre doux baisers amoureux. Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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