I am no poet, but sometimes I pretend
Pink
As the rosy sun kisses the horizon
My eyes blush like the clouds,
Reflecting the rouge
As her rosy hair nears my profile
Silhouetted by bashful clouds.
Both reflecting seen beauty
in the beholder's eye.
As the rosy sun kisses the horizon
My eyes blush like the clouds,
Reflecting the rouge
As her rosy hair nears my profile
Silhouetted by bashful clouds.
Both reflecting seen beauty
in the beholder's eye.
posted by Rob at
1:12 PM
2 Comments:
i'm intrigued...there's a story behind this, i just know it.
By
Unknown, at July 29, 2006 3:09 PM
not really... I only wish there were ;)
By
Rob, at July 31, 2006 7:08 AM
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