"...she stands with her fragile feet on the wet morning grass in that beautiful meadow with its gripping,precious memories. A gust of gentle wind blows through her hair and they seemed to dance with its melody as she reminisced again of her sweet, yet lurid past. She falls to the ground; knees first then hands, trembling with overwhelming bitterness. That day, as the leaves continued to sway and the flowers waved mournfuly, pollens of white and yellow floated through the light morning air and fell to the ground, only to be lost forever. Untill the day when it finds its way and is ready to sprout and to rebirth, to start anew, to begin from the end. Only then, she would be at peace with the world and all its invisible beauty....but until then, she will continue to look skyward, in search for that which her heart yearns for."
December 23, 2009
her heart yearns
"...she stands with her fragile feet on the wet morning grass in that beautiful meadow with its gripping,precious memories. A gust of gentle wind blows through her hair and they seemed to dance with its melody as she reminisced again of her sweet, yet lurid past. She falls to the ground; knees first then hands, trembling with overwhelming bitterness. That day, as the leaves continued to sway and the flowers waved mournfuly, pollens of white and yellow floated through the light morning air and fell to the ground, only to be lost forever. Untill the day when it finds its way and is ready to sprout and to rebirth, to start anew, to begin from the end. Only then, she would be at peace with the world and all its invisible beauty....but until then, she will continue to look skyward, in search for that which her heart yearns for."
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