All That Love
All That Love
Usually a young and wise woman in the land or into
the fantasy island, she can dance with her thickest
and thinnest grass skirts, it seemed outrage, she got her
extra moves, very modern moment herself before, until
then. Her arms and hands were nice and tall, even her
tree trunk legs as long and straight as it goes, her beauty
was growing many sizes, her eyes was so colorful but
delightful, her greatness was so outgoing, her passionate
feeling like feathers and leaves was poking in and out
onto the earth, her dancing was made undo the art she
truly creative, she fall in love under the sunlight of spirit
and honor of hers completed, her fallen stars become
overwhelmed tears, she listen her own heart like a simple
and touchiest drum beat
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-1-16
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