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Spirit of the Air- First in the elementary series |
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Just a little something done during a lesson, sorry the scanner mucked it up. You can just imagine her can't you? Floating through the cool nighttime air, parting the grass before her and leaving a trail of stale emotions in her wake. She longs to be seen, to be held, but by the time light illuminates the curves of her cheek, she must be gone. Instead she takes the dead for company, stealing life to comfort her grief PS. a big thank you to whoever gave me that upgraded membership... it is greatly appreciated! *EDIT* Air of the nighttime Gracious and still, Light, like a whisper And the feeling of ill Caught in your throat, Thoughts beyond mine Lips beyond eyes, And that purpose of thine. Parting red grass Drenched in the dawn, Your body wastes thin To a frivolous storm Life giving light Casts long rays along That sweetly kissed mouth With the breath therein gone. |
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