Mar 2015
Pulchritudious
(the setting in the very beginning is a beach, with a sunset. After reading, then next is a flower feild)
She sits with her rich blonde hair, reflecting in the sun covering just enough of the right side of the face. The wind smoothly picks it up and tossing it, allowing it to move with no resistance. Her skin looks peachy with a faint glow. Sparkles in her eyes, with a dash of blue almost the color of the sea or darker. Her stance is that of a an angel. Her smell is sweet like honey, and a small hint of apple. The dress she wears sits elegantly on her, fitting her curves, a nice hint of blue, sparkles to even flow through out. Her feet lay even on the sand, between her tiny toes. Her face is covered with the hands of shame and guilt. Sadness hovers over her heart like stormy clounds over a field of flowers. But her smile is bigger than anything, and her laugh, oh her laugh is small and faint, coming out almost effortlessly. Giving off alot of who she is. Afraid to touch the purity of water itself, but isn't scared to jump and fly like a bird through the night. Heart beat at an even pulse. Laying peacefully on the bed of grass, looking up and closes her eyes softly, there she goes. Asleep.
(the setting in the very beginning is a beach, with a sunset. After reading, then next is a flower feild)
She sits with her rich blonde hair, reflecting in the sun covering just enough of the right side of the face. The wind smoothly picks it up and tossing it, allowing it to move with no resistance. Her skin looks peachy with a faint glow. Sparkles in her eyes, with a dash of blue almost the color of the sea or darker. Her stance is that of a an angel. Her smell is sweet like honey, and a small hint of apple. The dress she wears sits elegantly on her, fitting her curves, a nice hint of blue, sparkles to even flow through out. Her feet lay even on the sand, between her tiny toes. Her face is covered with the hands of shame and guilt. Sadness hovers over her heart like stormy clounds over a field of flowers. But her smile is bigger than anything, and her laugh, oh her laugh is small and faint, coming out almost effortlessly. Giving off alot of who she is. Afraid to touch the purity of water itself, but isn't scared to jump and fly like a bird through the night. Heart beat at an even pulse. Laying peacefully on the bed of grass, looking up and closes her eyes softly, there she goes. Asleep.
