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.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

"How are you?"
"Struggling to keep myself from falling into the endless abyss of despondency." I answer. "Willing my mind to stay in the present, and not dwell on the absence of a beautiful presence."
I see my soul reflected in the eyes of another, but cannot reach out to console it. Words are unnecessary, and all I can do is gaze.

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