walking past fountains of roses, she caressed them with her hands. soft petals kissed her fingers and thorns, piercing the pads of her fingertips.
wandering to the golden pond, lying down. letting her hands play in the fronds of the grass, flicking up glistening emeralds of water that glimmered in the sun. flickering moons, fresh diamonds, new life so quickly taken.
written whilst listening to your song by elton john