Thursday, April 6, 2006

Intricate.

You'll find her kissing raindrops
She whispers secrets to the wind
The clouds know every part of her
The intimate sunbeams find her dancing
Stars sparkle in her eyes
She wears flowers in her hair
You'll never know her quite as well as the sand
She's told the ocean everything
Every beauty strips her of another layer
Her soul will soon bare all to you
As she sits among the tress
Our skin will be inscribed with this

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