Jun 2014
A shiver down her spine, as the cold morning breeze grasps her tightly in its entirety, capturing her if only for a moment.
As the sun slowly starts to make its appearance from below the ground, the warmth trickles her skin, the pleasure of nature embossed in such little details.
She brushes off the leaves caught in her flowing black hair, one to give off a hue of immaculate brilliance, pleasing to the soul and the eye.
She takes each step at a time, one stride to make a difference, and with each one of em, the ground trembles in silent, yet willful submission.
The radiance of a tan, her tone and color, not enough to outshine the glisten in her eyes, not enough to paint a better palate of colors that describes the brown of her eyes.
And she stoops down to kiss the flowers, welcome the saplings into a world of strife, gently stroking a leaf, to almost as if it lets out a sigh.
The Lady in the Garden, with her flowing hair, and toned skin entwined with lust and innocence, she stands by the rose bed, awaiting *the gentle winds and rays of the sun to carry her off into the low hanging horizon, spelling many adventures and journeys unknown.
As the sun slowly starts to make its appearance from below the ground, the warmth trickles her skin, the pleasure of nature embossed in such little details.
She brushes off the leaves caught in her flowing black hair, one to give off a hue of immaculate brilliance, pleasing to the soul and the eye.
She takes each step at a time, one stride to make a difference, and with each one of em, the ground trembles in silent, yet willful submission.
The radiance of a tan, her tone and color, not enough to outshine the glisten in her eyes, not enough to paint a better palate of colors that describes the brown of her eyes.
And she stoops down to kiss the flowers, welcome the saplings into a world of strife, gently stroking a leaf, to almost as if it lets out a sigh.
The Lady in the Garden, with her flowing hair, and toned skin entwined with lust and innocence, she stands by the rose bed, awaiting *the gentle winds and rays of the sun to carry her off into the low hanging horizon, spelling many adventures and journeys unknown.
