By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2011 May 16
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Two weeks' notice

Tongue tied yet again.
Blinded from all the ugly.
Fascinated by the beauty.
Who needs a two weeks’ notice, when you’ve got the rest of your life?
Frozen frames.
Pictures that talk.
A portrait broken.
Who needs shades of a blurry memory, when you’ve got the real thing?
Flowers that blossom.
A beautiful blue sky.
Stars that twinkle.
Who needs dark nights, when you’ve got sunshine by your side?
Tongue tied yet again.
Vision never been as clear.
As I bow before God for this precious gift : love.