![]() Introduction: “I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?” ~ Maya Angelou Photography "I Bloom!" by #DMS Her Song An artist with prohibitive aptitude and flair, one would dare say Sixtyish, masculine, gregarious to some; with that intrinsic way On occasion, there's the love for a pint or two A compulsion or maybe for fun, who really knew Perceived as provocative, thorny by few; misconstrued by all He lives’ in mystic hues of gray to blue; sketche in a slow song He walks a path compelled by one; that is the love for his dog. Enters, her life in the most casual way; bearing a picture to her song. Lenient and masculine, I must reveal, his intensity laments; as sunspots collapse into voids of incandescent spears. The tone of his voice, the stories and all, she craves the whole bit and more. He’s important to her in a simple way, as a rose bud to the sun it adores. She prays that dreams come true today, and that time splashes elation, I’d say. As life blesses us all each morning we rise, The precious gift in breathing deeply and being alive, and her spirit spans the vastness in his soul; a treacherous forbidden bog, seeking in finality to love and be loved by he that crossed into her song. Diana Mary Sharpton © 2015 all rights reserved 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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