Celtic (Remove filter)
Beauty Unseen
Frozen sighs shadow thick,
Fire heaving through the giants teeth,
Her silk dress gliding gently, serene,
Eyes beating like drums on Winter Eve.
He quells her silent tears,
Caressing her sea of particles,
Eliminating the smudges wept across her jaw,
For her eyes spilled a thousand written articles.
"Beauty, beauty is within and without,"
He articulates, palm leveling her ...
Sunday 5th October 2014 1:26 am
Recent Comments
Marla Joy on Lions Land.
2 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Dominoes
2 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Combe Gibbet
3 hours ago
Ian Whiteley on Citizens
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Sashaying to Byzantium
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on IT AIN'T ME, BABE
3 hours ago
Auracle on Festive FM
5 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Grandfather
6 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
7 hours ago
R A Porter on Sashaying to Byzantium
9 hours ago