*since I haven't written anything new lately, here's something older.*
A Garden of Words:
Like the purple petaled Clematis, I open myself up Allowing the world to touch me, explicitly, delighting In the little things that turn my fancy; With cool colored Intrigue, I unfold a million stories, whispering each Word to the faerie that hide amongst the lilies and roses.
In crimson dewdrop fantasy, I play with dragon kin and Hop from treetop to treetop, playing in fields of daisies; Inhaling the orange blossom summer breeze, I drift lazily Away, between realms of creativity.
And as does the night blooming jasmine, come daybreak I will close myself up and fade away, letting the stories Fall silent, until I take up my pen once more and find New words to settle like fresh fallen snow.
Aaaah, so lovely my Poe! The imagery was splendid, and the feel was perfect. Just...very beautiful in every way. Thank you so much for sharing! :D
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
