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.

Thursday, April 29, 2004

Summer. What a beautiful thing. Have you noticed the lilacs this year? I swear they've never been so beautiful. The owner of the cafe where I work brought in a huge armful of lilac branches, and put a vase of them at every table. The exquisite perfume hangs delicately in the air, serenading you as you do normally mundane things like filling salt shakers. But now you can't help but be happy, because a lilac is smiling at you.

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