my beautiful
chadwick
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you're garden
look at your eyes in them far, wide & treasured fun
fallen growing spring & summer dazed the kisser
the tears strong big thaws ending winter coming out to play
i been waiting your dreamings
been happening like stones to age
sunlight to forever
damage to broken glass ocean's
the dunes crippled in a purple bead necklace
hearing the sea breathe
die & cry with each brisk look
she would have fell deep the trench fulla flowers
soft & fragrant now our road not miles but years & rain the birthing friend
my beautiful has me & time
she's the fox hunted
power & spirit by green & waterfall pools for drinking critters
my bathing & her own fresh body through the ferns
if only i could buddha statue my desires (in my hands)
a mix of emotions hypnotized you're my beautiful
where classical pianists swing from the walls of grace
ivy manor & amazement for the fruit eaten off your breasts
berry juice stained pillows & sheets
something like the found ship's wind against canvas sails far from port
diamonds not as simple as truth
gold is not laughter in the dark
precious gems belong the neckline
but her's the safe harbor for warmth & touch
softness as silkworm work
each the tiny strong mountain flyer butterflies so vast
& so
you're my beautiful
look at your eyes in them far, wide & treasured fun
fallen growing spring & summer dazed the kisser
the tears strong big thaws ending winter coming out to play
i been waiting your dreamings
been happening like stones to age
sunlight to forever
damage to broken glass ocean's
the dunes crippled in a purple bead necklace
hearing the sea breathe
die & cry with each brisk look
she would have fell deep the trench fulla flowers
soft & fragrant now our road not miles but years & rain the birthing friend
my beautiful has me & time
she's the fox hunted
power & spirit by green & waterfall pools for drinking critters
my bathing & her own fresh body through the ferns
if only i could buddha statue my desires (in my hands)
a mix of emotions hypnotized you're my beautiful
where classical pianists swing from the walls of grace
ivy manor & amazement for the fruit eaten off your breasts
berry juice stained pillows & sheets
something like the found ship's wind against canvas sails far from port
diamonds not as simple as truth
gold is not laughter in the dark
precious gems belong the neckline
but her's the safe harbor for warmth & touch
softness as silkworm work
each the tiny strong mountain flyer butterflies so vast
& so
you're my beautiful
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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