Painting A Picture
Elegance feels like
strong hands that
slowly combe through
your hair
Love is a mirage of
fuchsia tears that burn
into your flesh when
you touch
Passion smells like ripe
peaches slivered into
sheets of swimming
potpourri
Failure fills you with
steaming determination
to strive yet for that
golden feeling
Hate melts every heart
to a puddle of glass
that pierces all around
it
Memories are the key
that turns to unlock
the mystery in life
And your eyes embrace
it all
-Vanessa Pearl 11/19/00
Other Pages:
Angels from Heaven
Clouds
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