She lives, no fear
doubtless in everything she knows.
Through time unchecked,
the sureness of her flows.
She leaves herself inside you when she goes.
She lives in a time of her own.
You have always heard her speaking,
she’s always been in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you,
listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future,
she lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn’t spin outside here,
it’s in every breath she breaths.
She lives in a time of her own.
Her love whips hard like wind and stands in eager pain.
She wins your thoughts and drives your inner planes.
She clears and shares a love that never strains.
She lives in a time of her own.
You have always heard her speaking,
she’s always been in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you,
listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future,
she lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn’t spin outside here,
it’s in every breath she breaths.
She lives in a time of her own.
Her eyes like light reflect the aura of her hair.
She sends, attends, behind an alpha stare.
She seeks the stars and spirals up their stairs.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own
One can’t see Marina’s eyes and so,
this photo presents a sense of mystery,
and yet, I sense a certain pensiveness,
maybe a certain sense of self and bliss.
It’s that perpetual captivating smile of Marina.
The expression of the lips and the wind swept hair
perhaps is what is the focal point.
It touches me deeply.
I am soooo drawn to this image of Marina,
as if I am reflected in it myself.
Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe Marina is
thinking; “where the hell is my food, I’m starving.”
I think I should order two 8-1/2 by 11s and
20 wallets sized photos. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
SHE LIVES IN A TIME OF HER OWN
She lives, no fear
doubtless in everything she knows.
Through time unchecked,
the sureness of her flows.
She leaves herself inside you when she goes.
She lives in a time of her own.
You have always heard her speaking,
she’s always been in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you,
listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future,
she lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn’t spin outside here,
it’s in every breath she breaths.
She lives in a time of her own.
Her love whips hard like wind and stands in eager pain.
She wins your thoughts and drives your inner planes.
She clears and shares a love that never strains.
She lives in a time of her own.
You have always heard her speaking,
she’s always been in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you,
listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future,
she lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn’t spin outside here,
it’s in every breath she breaths.
She lives in a time of her own.
Her eyes like light reflect the aura of her hair.
She sends, attends, behind an alpha stare.
She seeks the stars and spirals up their stairs.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own
I am highly intrigued by this photo.
Why?
One can’t see Marina’s eyes
and so,
this photo presents a sense of mystery,
and yet, I sense a certain pensiveness,
maybe a certain sense of self and bliss.
It’s that perpetual captivating smile of Marina.
The expression of the lips and the wind swept hair
perhaps is what is the focal point.
It touches me deeply.
I am soooo drawn to this image of Marina,
as if I am reflected in it myself.
Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe Marina is
thinking; “where the hell is my food, I’m starving.”
I think I should order two 8-1/2 by 11s and
20 wallets sized photos. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
you can see her eyes. just have to look harder.
Karl,
~interesting observations~
if it makes you feel any better…
mystery solved
I love that GP!!!!
Always helping out. Hehehe
funny
looking good with those shades on
FOX