A lazy Sunday. Lillith dipped her toe into the stream of life and giggled as the trout tickled her sole.
Memories floated by like stray petals. Reflections rippled and eased upon the breeze.
Singing waters slipped by. Twinkling melodies of momentary ruminations, fragmented, and fractured as stars of light danced among the waves.
The sound of sirens blew down the echo chamber of time like a distant wailing of the lost floating cities of ancient mariners.
The beauty and the terror. Bravado and ignorant bliss mingled in the calling of the wild.
Another day. Another daydream.
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jacki fleet
I am an artist. A painter, designer and creator who likes to write. I live in the Northern Territory of Australia. Writing is something I enjoy, usually for myself. I decided it's time to start sharing.
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