I Sense.
The Earth Becomes My Throne  |
A sublime football player scoring, standing there totally proud of his victory, the poor man is deaf… can not cry out gladly and can not hear the crowds screaming for his new triumph… But I can hear your sweet voice and can tell you how smooth it goes through my ears to tickle me wholeheartedly A magnificent masterpiece of great music done by a blind man … he can hear how sweet his music is … and how awesomely people are cheering for it … but still he can not see the smile drawn upon their faces…. But I can see your pretty face with your hair handing down on your shoulders while you are giving me that cute smile. A rich spoiled young guy … he has got every thing to enjoy his life, except for a couple of badly infected lungs that are making him suffer for each breath he is taking … But I can breathe you in as a drug and inhale your sweetest aroma learning how to appreciate it. A glorious warrior who has all the glory of fighting bravely, but left with pieces of burnt skin and damaged bones… But I can still feel the touch of your smooth hands caressing all over mine... squeezing my heart out. I sense … so I'm sublime … I'm magnificent … I'm rich …. I'm glorious … I sense … so thank you God … and thank you Thank you for waking up those states of mind called feeling. Thank you for adding a new taste to my flavorful life. |
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