Maryam Alima Warith
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Words have weight...I wish to use them wisely.
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Dystopia Fallen
Fresh morning dew laced the blades of ever green grass as rivulets glistened from love kissed rays breaking through the coming dawn. The air was thick with pungent aroma from the lilacs dancing in the distance. Meandering through the field of purple, orange, and canary yellows, Fard eyed something that he had never seen on his morning strolls of centering his being. Strange how something as beautiful and vibrant as this mystery treasure was, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd never seen it. Out of an earth covered mound he plucked a heart shaped locket made of what he could only presume to be an amethyst stone from the deep pigments of eggplant and onyx twinkling as he turned over the gem in his hands. He opened it to find something else his eyes were perplexed to be fixed upon. They were people, a tiny image of a smiling couple. A man with his arms wrapped around a woman in an affectionate embrace. Fastening the locket back, Fard placed it in his linen trousers deciding to make his way back to the Palace where he would find his father to inquire of the enigmatic image he couldn’t quite understand.
By Maryam Alima Warith3 years ago in Futurism