Catching scents is my favourite pasttime
Followed closely by catching colours in the corner
of my eyes
I see beauty in that which is alive
That which wakes with the sun
Human skin is far too frail
To live and grow and colour
Shades of scents become my own
I am yours in this discovery
I am yours completely
I soak up the rain and I am full
Bathe in rays of golden light
Fight back the frost forever
I am still, yet so unnervingly
Fixated on motion
Shades of scents become my own
I am yours in this discovery
I am yours completely
Going, going ... gone!
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
I Am Yours
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