WinsomeYep

When beauty shows itself in this world. 

My mind always defaults to her.

Maybe it’s not the beauty you’d imagine?

Octogenerians holding hands.....

A chem trail fading with the sun..

This old Victorian House in the middle of a lettuce field.

Yes , there is definitely the beauty of which were programmed

to see in her.

I felt it the first time and can’t let it go.

Its not a feeling that’s ever happened before.

Over half a century it took to experience this.

My unmetered response caused ponderance ..

To me the preponderance of evidence was obvious.

No doubt , I’ve been bit and the fever spreads.

There’s only one real tonic.

It’s not for the masses , it defys all classes.

This would be so much easier to walk from...

My mind has tried that .

 

 

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