A sea kiss sent to Colorado Hills

It’s strange how the sunrise holds the sound of violins and words, those words and violins that died drowning in rain and tears, and listening to David Garrett  brings only smiles, where the eyes and the moon tremble sleepy and dazzling, and you and I, we are only imaginary waves in the sea, following the reckless glow of poetry …

Dedicated to the man with opinion!

Aegean sunset

Standing beautiful

Gone withing diamond hours

Lonely in Winter

Virgin and astonishing

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© 2013  Broken Sparkles

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Summer

Summer

I long for your touch, for your golden eyelashes.
Mute and absent, I drink in every glimpse of a flame.
A fantasy with lavender fields doesn’t comfort me,
I desire a reality with lilac fragrance on my lips.

I follow a trace to your heart, a blissful grasp,
to your caress, a sense of wild ocean’s lints.
I seek for the origins of your soul through
the whirling sensation of the satin sands on my skin.

I want to be a part of the sunrise luminosity,
a sparkle in the texture of the sultriness in the air,
I dream to inhale your smile of sapphires,

and I walk without a wince through
the blazing green of the majestic grass,
embracing intensely the kiss of Summer.

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“Summer sunrise” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Sunrise

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And there is light! Evanescent and tender,
It glows ruby-red where it was once ashen grey;
And purple and scarlet and gold in its splendor –
Behold, this marvel, the birth of a day!
~ A.B. “Banjo” Paterson

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“Coffee time” by Blaga Todorova

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There is nothing like a hot cup of cappuccino with the first rays of sun! Good morning world!

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles