There was a dark path, a long dark path under the lights of the stars. In the middle of the pastures, listening to crickets sing, I began to follow the long dark path, I didn’t know why I wanted to follow it but I just had to go, it was like something was calling me, the unknown, and the need to follow my intuition. Walking slowly I felt the tall grass in my hands, I closed my eyes and breathed the sweet flower scented air, I took a moment to feel the breeze kiss my lips and caress my hair. I wanted to disappear within the dark path, I wanted to be part of it, underneath the stars.
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Malu Velasco
I have been a writer since I was a child, it is in my blood. I have been more of a free writing blogger but I am starting to pursue my writing more seriously lately.
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