A woman with red hair in the woods
A gentle breeze
Red hair wild with movement
Vivid
Like the flicker of an open flame
Her posture is confident
Her eyes are raised to the dark clouds
Arms open wide
Her soft breath expanding and declining with each breath
She's taking deep breaths of the sweet rainy aroma
She's waiting patiently
For that beautiful sweet rainfall
To kiss her raised face
Her soft breast
Expanding
Declining...
About the Creator
AngelBee
"Excuse me, I'm speaking." - Kamala Harris
"As artists, we are eternally heartbroken." - Lady gaga
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.