The golden sunlight shone on the dandelions. She walked through the thick grass of the field, closer to the forest while she dragged her hand along the wild flowers that called it home. Her white flowing dress moved effortlessly with her. She felt the warm sunlight against her face as the safety of the golden sun fell behind the trees of the forest faster and faster. She started to run, her dress trailing behind her and the dandelion seeds flew with the imaginary wind. As she reached the line of trees she slowly woke up in her still gray room.
About the Creator
Sabrina
Everything I want to say has been said before in some way,
but that will not and could not keep me silent.
So come read the things I have to say,
in a way that is all my own.
Parallel Lines
Have you come to blows with someone before? While you may not have gotten into physical fights with others, chances are that you've disagreed with more people than you can count. Getting two people to understand each other's perspectives is no mean feat.
By Michelle Liew3 days ago in Poets
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