SensesA Poem by CyanthinnisLearn the senses to love
Breathe. The world is new and fresh, the earth deep and rich just as I begin anew.
Taste. The cold, crisp taste of the wind on the tongue, sweet, damp, cool to the skin. Touch. Let your fingertips caress the velvet grass, wonder over the rough bark of the tree. Listen. My words become so soft and sweet, my song a nightengales. Hear my crooning lullabies, my wordless songs in vails. This sweet melody of senses does capture the heart true. The passions that I write become so much more when I'm with you. Find heart within my ramblings. Listen to the words that grew. Such love and devotion is only found by a fair few. © 2010 Cyanthinnis |
StatsAuthorCyanthinnisAround PA, PAAboutI love to make friends. I dont like people who are fake, shallow, and indecisive. I never wear makeup, I never put product in my hair, not even in my pictures. Yes I am that pale. My pictures are unto.. more..Writing
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