What are we without our faces?
Without our distinctive features.
No eyes to see the morning sun.
No mouth to sing a lullaby.
No nose to smell baking cookies.
We would be mere strokes of color.
A dripping rainbow of hues.
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Showing posts with label taste. Show all posts
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
FACELESS
What are we without our faces?
Without our distinctive features.
No eyes to see the morning sun.
No mouth to sing a lullaby.
No nose to smell baking cookies.
We would be mere strokes of color.
A dripping rainbow of hues.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
Flowering tower.
Spring is in the air.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
Pies baking.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I can hear it.
I can taste it.
Bring it on.
Monday, January 25, 2016
VICTORY
VICTORY
Victory comes in many shapes.
In many forms.
It can be loud.
Or quiet.
In color.
Or in black and white.
Whatever it may be for you,
It will have the unique taste of victory.
Source:blackandwhiteniente
Monday, December 28, 2015
THE APPROACHING STORM
The storm is approaching the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays my face.
Strands of hair lift in the wind.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes of light cross the darkening sky.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I can almost taste it.
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