Today I took my heartache to the lake and I stood teary-eyed by the cold water, telling the last of my treasured secrets to the patchwork of swell-headed swans, a spark of hope in that infinite pool of translucent blues. Inside I was as silent as I could be, as silent as the rise and flow of dying flowers, entranced by the flight of birds soaring feverishly overhead. I went there to free myself from the sad thoughts bellowing in the deepest part of my mind, desperate to escape from the drudgery of mundane life, the push and pull of closing my eyes and drifting off into some kind of obscure fantasy. I poured like the most perfect rainy day, but there was one last glint of sunlight radiating through the last of the fading clouds, calling my name like an angel, saying it gets easier.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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And it can get easier ) a good writing . Like your mention of nature in this I think nature can bring a lot of comfort . And I love your last line about the angels .. they are there to comfort us and help us .. and I believe in them so much
Nature and angels, my favourite things. Thanks Violet, nice to hear from you again. Hope you're doing well, kisses and hugs.
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