Face
In this stillness I find your beauty,
Wistful in its calmness
In its pensive placidness,
A fragile flower lost in a sea of thorns
Waiting for the coming of the monsoon winds.
Dark thunder surrounds you,
An eerie reverberation that saturates the
Faint scent of defiance
At this fate that surrounds you.
You, that which the coming storm
Bends with impunity
Yet,
You, who have raised your face at the
Golden sunlight when the wind
Had passed, and the silence of morning had come
To bathe your face,
Such beautiful face,
Stand,
And the sea of thorns washed away,
You, who have your face stare at the brilliance
Of the morning sun.
You, of such beautiful face,
Always waiting for the coming
Storm.
Beauty that sways with the winds.
ievm
Feb 7, 2003
Feb 7, 2003
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2 comments:
i'm your girl-next-door. too ordinary. i bet you wont even take a second glance if i pass by.
however, i can't help but feel beautiful if i am loved by a man with such fervor that he tells the world how he adores me.
thank you for loving me.
i miss you,
the girl in the picture
i was born a believer. but i grew a skeptic. words you wrote down for the girl-next-door amaze me. and i could only pray that they're true. for no one would be happier than me. keep the fire burning for the love that's true will come to fulfillment in God's time.
a skeptic then...
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