Any Given Saturday




Liquid dreams, she sees sunshine thru a prism

Tiptoes past the moon to dance in the heavens

Her gypsy heart sees the lines, but they blur

The fragrance of the cosmos flavors her universe

Delicate, her confidence, sprouts from a restless seed

Grows into a vine that spreads like an unchecked weed

I thought I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror one day

She winked and she smiled, but continued on her way



(photo credit: <a href=””>markchadwickart</a&gt; via <a href=””>photopin</a&gt; <a href=””>cc</a&gt;)

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