Monday, July 30, 2012




Nature's  fling

 

Breeze, gentle... sometimes rash... flirted with her hair... Whispered promises of distant lands... Precious rain drops sparkled on her brow... Little pearls... Her head she lifted, ever so slightly... Inviting... Slightly parted lips... gave away only half a smile... Such a tease...



 'Aren't you my girl?'...Thundered the clouds, asking...She blinked, and lowered her gaze...Speaking words she couldn't utter...She never looked up again...Her answer...pierced through his heart... in a lightening...
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2 comments:

izzy521 said...

nature of women. feeling what can not be spoken and speaking what can not be done. therefore, what they feel and what they do are sometimes worlds apart.

July 31, 2012 at 1:35 PM
SHAKE chilly said...

@Izzy521 True, that's what makes them interesting :)!!

September 18, 2012 at 8:55 PM

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