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.
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wow.
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i hope one day i am that beautiful. RYN: finally, i have something right;) xx
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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.
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This was pretty good.
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