Is human...
She sings the song of sirens. A pitch perfect tone that cries out for love and hope. A need for an embrace that calms the storm and makes her happy...and so she sings.
She plays her instrument with the intensity of one that must play for the sake of her own soul. Without it, she knows she would die...and so she plays.
She dances with the passion of the truest love imaginable. With every footstep culminating into something eternal and beautiful...and so she dances.
She sings, she plays and she dances a song that warm the very fibers of my being. Opening doorways that allow me to believe in beauty again...to believe in truth. To believe you when you say "I am who I say I am"...to just believe...
She is...that beautiful
She is...that human
She is...art
Note*Thank you Sol, Barbara and Christian for the inspiration that led to this piece
She sings the song of sirens. A pitch perfect tone that cries out for love and hope. A need for an embrace that calms the storm and makes her happy...and so she sings.
She plays her instrument with the intensity of one that must play for the sake of her own soul. Without it, she knows she would die...and so she plays.
She dances with the passion of the truest love imaginable. With every footstep culminating into something eternal and beautiful...and so she dances.
She sings, she plays and she dances a song that warm the very fibers of my being. Opening doorways that allow me to believe in beauty again...to believe in truth. To believe you when you say "I am who I say I am"...to just believe...
She is...that beautiful
She is...that human
She is...art
Note*Thank you Sol, Barbara and Christian for the inspiration that led to this piece
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