wordsculptures
Words and pictures reflecting life and faith.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Pink rose
Like a wave racing to embrace the shore,
your folds of pink storm my eyes.
break upon my senses
and flood,
with sensuous beauty,
an appreciation
of the bold tenderness
that sight allows.
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