Young soul walks by the river near where the broken souls linger Poor little soul, why are you roaming here.. Yet I observe, she feels friendship among the breeze, among the petals of the blue indigo roses. Then she comes to me. I feel so alive when her smile widens after each swing she tugs on with her arms. Each moment before she leaves, I sway in bliss when her eyes sing to that soft aquatic angel that twirls and dances when she sings her soft broken soul out to her best. If I could speak other than the sound of my olive green leaves moving, dancing in the breeze, Id ask her what the hell are you doing. Young soul is in love though, that Fishie keeps on moving. Always found there swimming beneath the keleidoscope of lotus flowers, because the love is eternal, and will never bowel.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 01:30:57 +0000
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