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Friday, April 16, 2010

Her First Time Here

Her First Time Here

And this whole place became her escape.
She walked around her secret garden
Staring at the blooming scenery
As if taking her first breathe,
Falling passionately in love,
And seeing color for the very first time
In a world so distorted with shades of black and white

Among the crowded streets and planned out lives
She noticed a life she always passed up
By taking her time she found herself in awe
Of the couples, young and old, living in the moment
As they giggled and held each other in their open arms
She watched as they fell in love all over again
Under the clear blue sky and budding trees.

She noticed the smells come to life.
The new leaves and dandelions aroused her every sense
How that hint of lusciousness in the air
Could drown out the busy streets,
Honking horns, and metallic sky scrapers
How the wind became its own dance
That her hair couldn’t help but find the flow to
As its melody forced a kiss on her bare cheek
She noticed everything danced with the wind’s rhythm
And to the crashing waves rhythmic heartbeat.

Most importantly, how important taking a single
Moment out of her own hectic life
To realize the liveliness of such a busy place
Isn’t hidden behind a PDA screen and important calls
But in between two lover’s hands.
It’s not among the crowded trains
And mumbled words of passengers
But among the butterflies enjoying the sweet
Smell of newly cut grass and primroses in blossom.

How life isn’t about how much time she uses up,
But how much she enjoys the song of the waves
And the dance that the wind performs among
The laughing trees and passionate clouds
That among this busy city are all the colors
She just began to appreciate for the first time
Sitting there in her secret garden

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