Like the night sky, we're full of mysteries with our curious eyes. Possessing the elegance of a blooming rose, in a field of ungracious souls. We are pearls of an extraordinary paradise, though most of us are blinded by the unearthly cries. I write of such matter, in the deepest state of poetry. Such a graceful art, that's written cursively across my heart. In a paralyzation of beauty, this earth inevitably stuns me. Leaving each flower to grow, in a cardiac arrest of a fanciful field of the unknown. Each day is an adventure, grasp the exhilaration resting gracefully at your awaiting.
