Gasping sounds
Bright force
Her desire burns like a fire
A thirst so strong it builds the desire
Her feet run old from the cold night
Her hands run dry from non-discovery
She was stubborn to accept the click
Working scholar
The night candles seem to burn faster
As glooming as the dark
Nothing fails to dissolve sorrow
But love in her eyes
She awaits the night
Yes she can not wait for the dark
It seems that is the only hour she redeems her rhythm
I am jealous of her ways
I envy her passion, I envy her ways
The pleasure and love for the blind night
Her sorrow seems to fade
Relaxation is goal
Her night oil seems not to burn
Her arms on the wall gasping air
Her beautiful eyes feast into the air
The night blossom seem to compare to her taste
Her ink never runs dry
The wind blows upon her hair
To the west
Making the coldest heart melt
She sings her heart
Out with a smile
That the brightest star
Can not compare
By might, she makes the darkness bright
What was so special about it
The dawn stretches afar
Even the stars lay low
To behold of the gem that shineth withhold
For must more be said
As her hands lay low the paper and ink
Thinking nothing fails to dissolve sorrow
No more than the love of the night in her eyes
About the Creator
Ava Saint
Keep calm and write
Stranded
It was a gorgeous, sunny day in Southern California. Luke and his parents were about to set sail on a long cruise to Hawaii and the surrounding islands. The breeze tousled his short blonde hair in the wind as he stood on the deck, watching the other travelers gather on board.
By Holly Draper6 days ago in Fiction
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