Full moon promises a handful of white flowers stitched together clinging to her wrist where begins the translucent skin that led to her elbow. A little kohl peeking from the corner of her dark eye smiles at the soft clink of the two glass bangles intertwined with the flowers.
It is seldom that the moon rises with thy heart.
Perhaps this day marks a rapturous celebration in a parallel world...
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It is seldom that the moon rises with thy heart.
Perhaps this day marks a rapturous celebration in a parallel world...
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Every snowflake yearns to touch the ground, to melt, to change it's state, be something it isn't yet, whether it's water, ice or a snowball. Change is but a constant. Keep Commenting...let me know what you think.
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