that night.

The wind escorted her through the field,

That night when we both walked.

The wheatgrasses tickled her as she strolled past

And parted them like a crimson sea.

Then the moon turned its white gaze upon her

To delight in her majestic glow

While the mountains whispered softly in her ear

And I was left speechless.

Beautiful.

wow.

i hope one day i am that beautiful. RYN: finally, i have something right;) xx

Delicately beautiful, have you ever heard the song Fields Of Gold by Sting, it’s one of the only songs I would have loved to write and your piece reminded me of it. Oh and the*stranger’s being silly if she thinks she’s isn’t beautiful.

April 11, 2018

This was pretty good.