Making A Blueprint A Salon

Aurora Collection of thoughts

SENSATIONS

On his sad face ...
reflected light box.
It 's a rising sun ..?
It 's a foam moon ..,
that never sets?
His gaze into the infinite,
dismay, with a smile, conceals.
His heart, and gypsy lost,
longs to the flames of love!
... His movements, elegant dance,
as wandering soul.
be wandering aimlessly,
her ... and love the lover.
like precious gems and raw
wild-bred filly,
shudders at the touch of the breeze!
Nomad for a caress!