Colors of Quiet

December 27, 2013
By clericus ELITE, Byron Center, Michigan
clericus ELITE, Byron Center, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"..But inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness..." Frederic Chopin

Your hands, cups of the softest ocher,

blooming freely through ribbons of

fresh light, hugging grassy knolls that

girdle your moving mouth.

Little feet, cherry steps popping in

shades of sweet magnolia, leaps

of the springtime brain that are

sharp and stimulating and hungry.

Lips, quiet and somber, the chaste

curvature into a roiling knot of

webs, gossamer tendrils of the

humblest being, happy solitude.

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