When I think of you, I think of
gentle hugs, bright love.
Passionate kisses that make my heart glow,
leaving me wanting more—
the feeling of being in the sky,
on cloud nine,
enveloped in the sunset’s prismatic spread,
pink, orange, purple, red—
fractionated fractals of our love forever,
evermore.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
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