Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Auburn moonlight touched by the grace of chiseled stone
The artistry of imagination paints colors of subtle perfection
In the eyes a hint of yearning
Each beat a reminder of a gift
That is the spirit of the soul
Fingers outstretched in thought
Time passing before the night sky
The touch of the silky lining of the skin with hints of jasmine
Clarity a halo hovering above her guided soul
Alone she is surrounded by a world opening its eyes for the first time
This is probably the wrong comment to make, but where do you get all those cool photos?
Keith,
These are public domain pictures from Google pics that fit the theme of my words. Some of the poems I use my own photography but some pictures are just perfect to emphasis the message.
Mark