

FingeringFrom my fingertips Magic flows Creating something that’s real From the ends of each limb Beginning words at the stem of every callused thought Imagination paints its way into musical notesFingering
The flurries of butterflies Revealed once again And evermore, ‘till my heart ceases to illuminate Spilling works of art from its mouth Entwined in something that cannot contain
At last I burst open Unable to portray feelings If only it where simple But simplicity cannot posses this dance Of shooting stars
Holding the real miracle Is the
Your photos are superb and really touched me .
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A ring is round and has no end.... and that's how long I'll be your friend.
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