I'm particularly mellow today I dont know why but I just am, I had my last class at 11am today and I feel dread its crazy!!So anyway....
Woman of my age
Dance to your song
Your world is the centre stage
Write your own brilliant page
Idealism remains the fire
To quench all these desire...
When I write I feel the infusion
Across the paper piece through
My heart.
A sense of spiritual liberation
Like the infusion of the tazo green tea
From the Himalayas...
Feels like the drop of January's sporadic rain
To disperse all the confusion and pain
Feels like a mothers intuition to her little king
When faced with a situation
Feels like the embrace of your lover
Feels like the aroma of freshly brewed coffee
In the midst of July's freezing cold.
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