Shivering

by Ole Carsten   Jun 13, 2014


Shivering color, acid velvet,
adding the harvest yellow,
Men are vanished into 50 inch,
I'm left alone.

Created by goddess, loving style,
ballet dancers swing their hips,
I'm searching my soul,
finding seashells and waves.

Dreaming dreams, to be reborn,
naked at the shore,
not a Venus or from Mars,
I'm just a simple guy.

Thinking big thoughts on a Friday,
believing in humanity,
looking at you in a new way,
a jigsaw of love and emotion.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Karla

    Lovely!

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