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.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

"I love how coffee has such an aura here. Here you don't just drink a latte, you experience your espresso. It's become an art. But really, people all over the world love coffee, drink coffee, grow coffee."

She laughed. "Yeah, but I think some day God's going to look down and say 'What are you people doing? That was supposed to be a wood stain!'"


1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Haha! I had a good chuckle over that!

Shannon

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