a view that was never broken...

the pane of glass only lightly obscured my eyes from the clarity that had my curls singing praise to the devil . It was a duality of vividness and dull nonsense, yet i was most captivated by its break...

the pink nation...

a flock of sheep? a pod of dolphins? a collection of papers? ah, nope clearly its an entanglement of curls looking well pretty in their pink flamingo salsa sky x x x

Dance... its the radiant warmth felt thru my curls as they kiss the salty air.

A lion's heart swollen when eyes are drawn wide to embrace and caress the vivid love that dominates the sky.

A smile is wore in the shades of pink and violet.

Toes are clenched, the light sand shrieks and dainty ballerina curls twirl till the moon shares his delights x x x