As though the

waxing moon is scribbled

with dreams

and the oceans are

filling with velvet.

As though the

trees in the woods

turn to beams

of light

and the roads are

strewn with emeralds.

As though the animals

have grown

voices and can tell us

their tales.

And every flower

shows its color

in one brilliant moment.

As though the

world is a story book

that is filled with



and astonishment

and hope.

You are my miracle.


~ by mescribe on August 13, 2010.

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