the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Do allow me to talk about myself. The concert was a smashing success! My sister and I weren't nervous at all. We walked to the piano wearing sparkling red matching tops and black skirts, and very professionally played through our program (well, okay, almost professionally - I made a couple of faces when I flubbed up, but ignore that), and people loved us! The house fell down! We got a standing ovation! I just about burst out of my skin! I could do that all the time! (Oh, and we made lots of money for our college funds). I think we'll go on tour.
God is so amazingly good to us. We can't thank Him enough.

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