Thursday, July 14, 2011

Esmirada

There is a sort of intense passion living in her that is so beautiful.

With the right person she will set the world on fire with it.

One look and you know there is no middle in the way she consumes life.

She recalls moments as something or nothing, all or nothing.

She cannot step back she has to walk away.

She cannot step forward she has to leap.

She cannot walk she has to run.

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