She was at peace in her soul
The songs she sang made the heavens angels harken to her every call
The sun set below the earth gratifying every inch of the soil it touched
The earth grew cold bringing forth fires and hearths
Excited and determined to love through the chilled nights to come
She saw him standing alone and thought he could take her by the hand
Hold me tight love me right he said
Kiss me slowly
I would skip through fire to you if only you needed me he cried
Sing for me one last melody
A song so warm your soul escapes as musical notes of eloquently flowing fire
He held on to every torched note
Dangling like a puppet on a string
Only her touch and voices enchantment could move him into a dance
Angels guardians and such shielding their openness from the newly free spirits they had become as one
Behold the tastes of freedoms wonderous wonderland©
Sharita €ormier
"Hey Puppet"
About the Creator
Sharita Cormier
Guys, I am a performer, singer, and writer. Earth has been extraordinary for me. Hiking through this place is intoxicating. Music, words, and fire feul my existance. I have two associates degrees. Completing the third is a task in it's own.
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