Friday, March 18, 2011

Wordless Visions

A dismantled youth.
A promising bottle of wine for age.
A broad whirl of flavors spread on the largest piece of bread ever.

The ice cream girl promises you immediate satisfaction.
The realtor promises you lasting gratification.
High tide flows in as low tide recedes.

A fresh breath of brand new life.
A sweet, long whisper of wisdom.
A dance is always accompanied by some ground.

The rock.

Count not the sheep
but the blessings
you know and see.

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