My Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

When she looks at me

It’s a thread of spring breeze,

falling on my lake,

the crescent moon at the bottom,


the lake,

overflowing with light,

the whole world,

is springtime,

it’s a strand of sunlight,


the coast of,

my heart,

warmth surging,

fish swimming,


it’s a streak of lightning,

a momentary dizziness,

setting fire to,

the plains of,

my thoughts,

its the softest,

softest pool,

and pure,

like the deep blue sky,

once caved in,

it’s forever.






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