strawbrrypssion

All minds A mind is a horizon Overlooking deaf answers on empty pages Provided by a blind faith tied by woven bindings That hold down on the structural view. Pro deo Worn hands clasped together Competing against silence that seemed a noisy chatter Of children playing like nested birds in twigged homes Open eyes stained with empathy reflecting one answer. Empty Court A quiet eye sat in the silent court, Between a pigment boundary of law Where language hollers in a repressed voice For freedom cries before given hope. Four strings Atmosphere of easiness filled the mountains landscape, Adjacent winds cried like a dolphin's blowho

Sweetness of breath is an aspirating joy Like a coli twined to one's flavored rice dish, The beggar delights in his first sweet Enticing it with affection, delicacy and admiration Supposes his roses are noses Inhaling the aroma of his sugar dumpling, Fiddling a smirk upon his cheek Rejoicing in his sweet's jubilant smile Seldom is the feeling not reminiscence Like a pencil lining the sky drawing a picture, Feelings swell like one's first kiss in the forest Of a tendency of a moment one too short

Bitter A round thing of yellow Made of unbalanced based contents, My eyes twitched like a man high on drugs, But I only ate a lemon Sweet A savory flavor whose buds cultivate and Entice itself in a environment of growth, Like a dying rose basking in the suns poison For a bud grows to maturity within sweets, slowly dying Salty His palms dipped in a salty bowl, His face showing overwhelming resilience By the burdened weighted on his shoulders, Of how life can be like a crow in the active city scrounging around for his hope and faith, In a beggar's lost dish— His soul's answer Sour The attitude of animals were lost people Of a