onsdag den 20. april 2011

The Spring in Our Steps

Pleasantly bemused by the witticism of the morning efflorescence before me, by the blushing bloom of the spring noon. My heart is of a tranquil disposition, lit by the radiant rays of the encroaching glare, like tinder to a match. Bold are the colours and the shadows that structure the crespuscular tinge of dawn; red, crimson, symptomatic, blushing before the dreamy eyes of the sleeping moon. To warmth is the benediction and to the waiting wonders above and beyond. To the caverns of mystique my gaze fixates, lured, charmed, quelled... stupefied.

High on the ecstasy of life, The Spring in our Steps I :

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