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The stare in her eyes amazes me as I glance at the beauty that persuades my sight. Even though her outer beauty is amazing but I also can see the inner beauty which is more catching from the stare in her eyes. I can see through the windows of her soul the loneliness that invades her inner thoughts. I can feel the silence from the stare in her eyes. I can see the betrayal she felt by the stare in her eyes. The pain that changed her life continues to challenge her ways and the direction she longs to go in. What is her need and longing? Is there a way out for her and is she willing to accept others in her closed circle. I can see she is somewhat happy, but without what she is missing. The stare in her eyes reveals more of her desires but the caution that encourages her to wait is also causing her to loose her way. The stare in her eyes begs for a worthy company to fill the void that is plaguing her life. The stare in her eyes reveals the care and concern she displays in the life that is hers. The stare in her eyes beams out the trust she once had and now she seeks to find it once more. What is the nature of her position and why doesn’t the stare in her eyes show it? The stare in her eyes offers the sweetness from her inner self. There is more to this; the stare in her eyes that refuses to given in. What is it about the stare in her eyes?

Written by Les Hampton, 3 Feb 09, 1:15 am

Nostalgia was once in her writings; she is longing and missing something that is at a distance for her reach and very much of importance to her world. Her past is the source and nourishment of her present state. She has been noticed by one who is at a distance; who discovered her. Her beauty is of the inner, which compliments her outer body. The words she wrote persuade not the eyes of those who are in her view. Within her heart she desires the opportunity to share her talent. Can anyone really see who she is and her determination? She is grounded in her current world with great content but deeply desires to evolve to her true state. She does exist but yet to be discovered by her outside surrounds; even the ones within her reach; their eyes are shut to her true form. Her beauty is there to serve and please the ones within her care, but she longs for more. She is very much desired but untouchable to those outside the ground she is rooted in. She is respected by the one from a distance who sees her as she is. Her world is a mystery to those without understanding. Has anyone noticed the beauty she possess; her stems are right for her frail flourishing body; her hair is appropriate for the covering of her wisdom; her smile brightens the nature around her and her aroma is only a mystery. Her character is full of color and the attitude she has is as quiet as a smooth running river. The sweetness of her lips is as of the tasting of a rare honey. When the sun touches her it brings a new light to the world. Why has only one noticed her? Perhaps, others saw her at a glance but fail to notice a true blessing. Her existence is a blessing to the world and the beauty she displays consist of her words, kindness, and understanding. She is there to be explored and understood. Stop for a moment and take notice of her. The world in and outside her space has no understanding of this Unknown Flower.

Written by Les Hampton, 29 December 2008, 3:00 p.m.

That same day it was the words sent electronically that enticed his heart as their communication became warmer. Their time spent with words almost consumed them both. They were strangers to one another at first, but, shortly after all the speechless conversation closeness came upon them and the both of them felt comfortable with the distant time shared. During their speechless conversation he hinted an invitation for her to view him; she gladly accepted. Her compliments to him constantly spilt on his electronic page. But his time to make his journey to his living interrupted their joy. Before their departure from their distant time they sent out flirting gestures almost without end. He offered his digits to her and she agreed to receive them. As he journeyed to his work place the thoughts of her constantly plagued his mind with lovely thoughts. Later on during the night during his performance his cell ranged with an unknown number but when he answered there was silence. He quickly returned the call and it was her voice that he heard. His eardrums stood at attention to give respect to that distinctive sound. His mind lost focus on his surroundings but was open only to her. The sound of her voice was as an innocent child. Her voice sent a sweet and soft sound to his inner ear and voided all other noises in the background. He heard concern as she spoke and her shyness revealed itself. His heart felt the caution that she whispered in his ear without knowledge. Her voice was like her words, reaching out for a friend and attention. He agreed to their short conversation because he knew of the dilemma that she was facing. Her voice has broadened his interest even more. That voice has encouraged him to alter his direction to close the gap of the distance. He now has a voice to the words but they both were still at a greater distance.

Written by Les Hampton, 3 December 2008, 4:30 a.m.