Seizing the moments of what will be.
I tune in to yellow and brown, to what means love.
Pretty is the girl that sees.
Wonderful is this memory to the galaxy.
Years, winding down to this second.
Great are the feet that dance.
My tan jawline is marking me,
like a tan line snatched on a beach.
My moods are sizzling and mild.
Feelings like tiny volcanoes erupting with pleasure.
Hues spark within me, like looking through a yellow, blue, and red
kaleidoscope of moving feelings.
My vision does me the justice it needs.
My tan jawline says it all.
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Jessica Granados
Jessica is an artist of several gifts. She makes art and culture an ongoing part of her lovely days. She enjoys expressing herself through writing tales and composing pieces. She’ll write about the things that mesmerizes us, for sure.
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