Friday, April 12, 2013

Words do Fail


to describe what I see with my own two eyes,
of the beauty the morning sun brings
as it breaks the darkness as it wakes.

to describe what I can feel when I reach out to touch,
the things that surround me
in my own corner of the world.

to describe what I can hear whenever I close my eyes,
the music and laughter of the birds chirping,
and the way the wind whispers as it passes me by.

to describe the taste of life I am living at the moment
where love is ever present and comforting,
a special ingredient that I shouldn't forsake.





-eamarifosque 041313-

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