beautiful disaster.
muddy daisy.
bloody smile.
sad clowns.
The pain is so intense.
but the music is so beautiful.
I'd say I'm enduring the discomfort of a shooting fever.
But instead I'm enjoying the peaceful serenade of angels laughing.
heavy clouds.
sleepy ants.
angry puppies.
black and white rainbow.
dancing barefoot in the soft soil.
white dresses are a vision in the distance
brown skin and modest eyes.
a little blue for comfort.
smiling sad tears as you whistle out the door.
admitting defeat on the mound of forgiving fluffy pillows.
clenching fists into loose balls of distrust.
while whispering words of rage.
dying hatch.
planting wilts.
praying for rain
and receiving sunshine.
this world is full of
oxymorons.
I'll stop to take a photo
but then I'll realize
that the camera is pointing at me.
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