The sun gracefully traced my shoulders with her fingertips,
Pausing at intervals to explore and get a grounding of the almost transparent skin I hold.
Breeze flowing past the soles of my feet,
Creating delicate currents through my body,
Tenderly awakening the goose bumps from their hibernation.
It was at this precise moment that I realised I was as dainty as a fragile speck of grass.
Blowing smoothly,
Refusing to be beaten, using the Sun,
Rain,
Wind to my advantage.
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Author:
elsiewarrenswords (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2017 13:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Pretty, very soft
Thank youâ¤
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