What more can be said about the wings of a seraph whose smile is just as wide, that covers you in the comfort of the stories from fairy tale magic books that once kept you wide-eyed every single night
Swollen hearts and sideways glances, hair full of daisies so white she fancies, on moonbeam highways in her honeycomb sandals, she speaks from her soul holding strawberry candles, alit in the very glory that is this storybook angel, a heaven sent lover writing poetry, page full after page full…
This is a rarity for me. I wrote this freestyle completely off the cuff in the middle of a rather serious conversation on AIM like 10 years ago.. no prompting, no reasoning, I just felt compelled to write and this came out.
It holds a sweet spot for that reason.
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The images you have created are lovely, but more than that I love the soft, dreamy feel of of your words..
Stunning, stunning writing.
:) Julie
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Julie! Pardon me for calling you Jewel, though I might argue that you are very much as precious as o.. read moreJulie! Pardon me for calling you Jewel, though I might argue that you are very much as precious as one so it is fitting. :)
Thanks a bunch, I don't know why I seem to always write such lengthy things. I probably would do well to cut things down. I guess I'm just determined to be long-winded. lol.
You know, I think I remember who I was chatting with when I wrote this, but I don't think it really .. read moreYou know, I think I remember who I was chatting with when I wrote this, but I don't think it really was her in mind. I don't really truly recall the thought I had in my head other than I believe I was imagining the gal I'll eventually cage with ball and chai... err I mean marry someday. haha.
Thanks again for reading, you're a doll. :)
9 Years Ago
that is crazy, you remember since ten years ago.
you're welcome :D
9 Years Ago
It's not so much crazy. It just means I'm old. Damnit. Dirt and I were toddlers together.
There are moments in time, splendid and finite, in which everything stops. The world takes pause. The blistering sunrise off in the distance. The cold cascade of an evening rain shower. Or perhaps the.. more..