. He loves me… He loves me not! Thought hurting me like A paper cut. Not much blood shed But the wound burns, My mind spirals The flower turns. He loves me… He loves me not! I trust fate I really do, but… It doesn’t matter, You know? It’s true. Because, my Love I do…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Sweet city sunsets,Warming my spring evenings.With your orange range.
How sweetA flower’s fate,To bloomNeeds no due date…Colors unravelIn a mysterious ballet,The beauty adjustsHer intricate corset…Seeking the warmthof her lover Sun,and the occasional showerfrom her Nature mom…No tantrum, no dramaNo need to debate,How sweet, reallyA flower’s fate… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I can the eye-rolling from here. What did you think? There is a reason why we call them guilty pleasures… If there was anything to be proud of, they’d be simple and totally sociably acceptable pleasures, wouldn’t you think? I plead guilty to the charge of still liking the famous (and infamous) Kraft Cheez Whiz,…… Continue reading My guilty pleasure…
You know summer is coming to an end, when flowers start dressing like fall. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on late blooming red-orange-ish flowers.
When I got caught in your light, Nothing else mattered anymore… I have lived for this moment! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on a pink and orange flower in the warm sun setting…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
You know summer has set, When Mother Nature trades her paint brushes For sun rays. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on newly bloomed bright orange lillies.
Someone didn’t read the manual… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Instead of fluffy sheep to help me fall asleep, let me count your lovely freckles, as many tiny miracles like stars on the skies of your face, and Darlin’ shall I embrace the whole of your blowing beauty would I ever be so very lucky? I’d never want to wake again hold me forever,…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Orange À chaque automne cette communion étrange entre la saison colorée, et la fillette aux cheveux orange.
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