With tanned ebony skin a chasing glance is left to compell ones natural being.
Pleasantly one who feels so avoids further conversation.
Why?
Well simply because one is known to trot and gallop with not repent of what can be done or how.
Sorrow has no essense just a chanting feeling that calls for a combined eyesight.
One will give no lingering thought, one is just as well comfortable looking at the shaded spots that cover your face.
Always in shadow, calmly one choses to give up and laugh at memories that happened in only a short time.
Simply to chose sight is only an exaggeration,
but the pictures will hold your true smiles and elastize your tanned ebony skin.
Thus your tangiable grace becomes philosophical and the essence can never be within ones grasp.
Just because there once was love gives no true reason to an everlasting longing.
Appreciating sight is well enough just enough.
Lips only engrave the hidden spots around our hearts.
Ones speech is forgotten on a shaky ride through the bright blue sky.
The stars speak in tongue and the moon licks all of their faces with her rays of white hope.
The cherry sun bleeds across the creasing sky of cotton candy clouds,
Ones thoughts are lost to realize your tangiable grace is all so far away
because ones surroundings elapses more than can be obtained.
Tanned ebony skin will never be forgotten but your grace is given in return.
The kind of glow we wish to know is never appearing.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
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