aceblade's works for Tuesday, August 9, 2011

swaying to the tunes, your hair entangles my fingertips, grass blades tickle the small of your back, blue skies reflect your seagreen eyes, a masterpiece, unframed, my mind, the art gallery, where I hang portraits of time, place, rythem and rhyme, years dwindle by, careless age, a time, where, seems... Sign in to see full entry.