I touch beauty daily in my mind, with my hands
In my heart, with my eyes, surrounded by heart’s beats
Blessings abiding with me
Choices sliding to me
Magnets of sweet creations find me in surprised awe
Unprepared for beauty visiting
Choices glide to me
Magnets of brilliance find me in wide-eyed quietude
Having drained all words from my tank of fluidity
Left me bereft of precision
In Nature’s abundant creations
In humble attempts at sane mixtures
I touch beauty daily in my mind, with my hands
In my heart, with my eyes, surrounded by heart’s beats
Blessings abiding with me
Choices gliding to me
I touch beauty daily
©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.
"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
In my heart, with my eyes, surrounded by heart’s beats
Blessings abiding with me
Choices sliding to me
Magnets of sweet creations find me in surprised awe
Unprepared for beauty visiting
Choices glide to me
Magnets of brilliance find me in wide-eyed quietude
Having drained all words from my tank of fluidity
Left me bereft of precision
In Nature’s abundant creations
In humble attempts at sane mixtures
I touch beauty daily in my mind, with my hands
In my heart, with my eyes, surrounded by heart’s beats
Blessings abiding with me
Choices gliding to me
I touch beauty daily
©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.
"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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