In reflection

I woke this morn in reflection again wondering of the beauty seen. In reflection I understand myself more clearly my heart beating like a mystery. In reflection colors blend in a secret place leaving one to discover life at rest..

Poetic chamber in the sky

Poetic chamber in the sky a place where dreams, reality collide visions become clear once blurred words are wrote unheard a place where reckoning is blunt heart becomes the hunt longed for in reality, dreams never ending it seems.  


Quietly observed as she applied her touch of life, love offering my heart to see through her eyes such beauty be it black & white or brought to color giving thoughts to being just another one creating magical things to make others wish & breathe.

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