She’s like an angel, whose embrace are fully clouded wings.
Cocooned by nature, blissed in stature.
An undiscovered jungle, nurtured by mother nature.
A rainbow in the horizon with glittering sparkles of the last rainfall.
A true gem, what a miners tale.
Shinning like the sunlight, such is her glow like the moonlight.
A vision in the daylight, a pilgrims quest coming to a tented night rest.
Like a mist-full morning she lingers, like smooth beach sand she sways with the waves at the shore.
A melody to an artists ear, a symphony to the lovers and haters.
For a taste to savor she is, a sense of fresh air it is.
Nothing but a dessert to a coronary master chef.
A painters motivation, a Rembrandt piece of art.
Masterpiece per se, in need of a kiss I say.
A time portal to the past, a mission with change to embrace the future.
A piece off puzzle to the gamer, a complex theory to those in-search of education.
A carnivore to the young, oozing with beauty to the lustful.
Go to sleep for now…………………
Sir. George Githunguri
© Nov 2013
2 replies on “Murmur”
Beautiful pen and imagery. 👍
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