Wrapped in love I don't care if I'm pretty He never told me I never care what enthralled me I always over-rated my life Why lie on his bed tonight? I say! I swell my pride to undertake Fornicate not to make him stay Stoic those chances of bethroning a man With lovers kind of embrace Why I never discovered turbulences Quite unexpected each minute Fades into the shadows of vain Losing grip on those days gone by Like an empty conch fritters Of the shore I stand wrapped in words That wash the shores of my body Then like those unveiling Linen flows like a borrowed wings of Icarus White wanton on the shore With sand that sparkle on That ebony rock battered by The winds of time With foothills down to sullen Heat of pregnant shores that never ebbed Forever emmersed in those Hearts rejoice of Tangled hair that meshes out To the mind, that stoops not to imposters Wild wild chil
This is a fusion, a symphony of arts. See it, hear it, read it and feel it is what we say for there is nothing in this world that can't be expressed in some form of art. Celebrating expression and art in a small way. Help us as we express ourselves, we the few creators.