She lives, no fear
doubtless in everything she knows.
Through time unchecked,
the sureness of her flows.
She leaves herself inside you when she goes.
She lives in a time of her own.
You have always heard her speaking,
she’s always been in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you,
listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future,
she lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn’t spin outside here,
it’s in every breath she breaths.
She lives in a time of her own.
Her love whips hard like wind and stands in eager pain.
She wins your thoughts and drives your inner planes.
She clears and shares a love that never strains.
She lives in a time of her own.
You have always heard her speaking,
she’s always been in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you,
listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future,
she lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn’t spin outside here,
it’s in every breath she breaths.
She lives in a time of her own.
Her eyes like light reflect the aura of her hair.
She sends, attends, behind an alpha stare.
She seeks the stars and spirals up their stairs.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own.
she lives in a time of her own

:cool: 13th Floor Elevators :razz:

~interesting observations~

Why?

One can’t see Marina’s eyes :sad: and so,
this photo presents a sense of mystery,
and yet, I sense a certain pensiveness,
maybe a certain sense of self and bliss.
It’s that perpetual captivating smile of Marina.

The expression of the lips and the wind swept hair
perhaps is what is the focal point.
It touches me deeply.

I am soooo drawn to this image of Marina,
as if I am reflected in it myself.

Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe Marina is
thinking; “where the hell is my food, I’m starving.”

I think I should order two 8-1/2 by 11s and
20 wallets sized photos. Yeah, that’s the ticket.