{ Dedicated to a friend Christen Downing } <br /> <br /> <br />In an early morning walk <br />refreshing my thoughts from <br />the temporary supension <br />of life from night <br /> <br />I walk with this prismatic garden <br />my eyes glimpse on this dewy <br />flower bloom, with like <br />diamonds on each petals <br /> <br />Of all the prismatic flowers <br />you outshone with much difference <br />with distinctive presence <br /> <br />C love Pink, a Carnation <br />H egemonic difference, against <br />R oses of all roses blooms, and like <br />I interacting to the passerby with a <br />S mile who looks at you, with <br />T actful appearnce and such a <br />E piphanic manifestation so divine, in this <br />N irvana like garden <br /> <br />My glimpse into fixed gaze, an adoration <br />and by the other passerby persons <br /> <br />I perceived the thoughts of all men <br />who pass by you and the smile within <br /> <br />To snip you from the stem is a pleasance <br />to bright up life and such life treasure<br /><br />Ency Bearis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christen/
